There is just so much in life that I want to do. Just. So. Much. I want to meet new people. I want to meet a whole lot of people. I want to travel. Local trains. Morning tea. Street side food. Oily and fried snacks. Lush green valleys. Camps. Reading under a light bulb. Getting drenched in the rain. Running on a plain green field into infinity. I want to meet people and talk to them. Talk to people and not get judged. Talk to them because I want to and not because I have to. I want to not care about instagramming every moment of my life. I want to meet people and be friends with them. Friend who get me. Friends whom I want to strike a conversation with. Conversations that I am genuinely interested in. I want to talk about the weather. The philosophies of life. The meanings of it all. Talk about enlightenment. Try to achieve some more. I want to meet my soul mate. I want her/him to find me. I want to break free. I want to not think about home. I want to run. Break free. Somewhere where I can start afresh. Where I am not constantly supposed to do something every time I reach a certain age. Just. I. Want. To. Do. So much. I want to start now. Never come back.