I’m sitting on a plane on my way back to South Africa, next to a Korean woman who’s on her way to Zambia to visit her son.

I’ve just watched The Secret Life of Walter Mitty and I’ve been hit with the revelation of this film. The fact that you can get so caught up in life  and being busy that you forget to be. My sister says i don’t take enough photos. The truth is, I don’t. When I first moved to Seoul I used to take photos all the time, to document my proof of life, as it were. Part of me feels like I’ve lost the wonder of the city I live in. Maybe I have. I think I’ve become a daydreamer, ratherthan a liver of my dreams. As much as I’m living one part of this dream of being able to travel. And live abroad. I work all the time. When I’m not working I’m doing school stuff or watching series.

But i realise that this isn’t living. This isn’t what I dreamt about.

I felt Life in this film. I want to live in the moment of things. Be who I am and not apologise for that.  Be spontaneous. Not always calculate. Not think too much. I want to say what I need to say. Ask someone out for coffee. Send someone a message and be honest. I want to get the grades I know I’m capable of. I don’t want to hide behind this version of myself. It’s exhausting.

I thought of some resolutions for 2016, or just things I want to do. And I think this is it.

I want to be more me.

I want to take midnight drives with the windows down.

I want to visit places I can’t even pronounce.

I want to do the things I dream about.

*brownie points if you got the reference :)*

I want to write more.

I want to be more me.

May we never lose our wonder.

Wonder. Here. Now.

“If i like a moment, i just wanna stay, in it. Right there. Right here.”