Bibere venenum in auro - Drink poison from a cup of gold

This is one post i’ve been struggling with. It seems like a Molotov Cocktail of emotions waiting to explode in all directions, and may prove to assault more than intended, as it is most of the cases.

Depending on the times, different emotions dominate my perception on this vacation. Expectations, being my first holiday abroad, the company i was with, and miscellanous things i would probably discuss should i remember them.

I recall looking out the plane window in child-like expectation. All the great classical plays came to mind, and all i could remember from pictures in fairy tale books. Even the clouds look magical, i thought, almost in ecstasy. Obviously with my head in the clouds, reality would bring me down to earth in a manner most unpleasant.

Altogether meaningful, yet morbid and solemn, my journal entries were filled with the many voices of my heart. It was a trying time, and unfortunately it had coincided with my vacation. Being at such a season, what i really craved for was alone time, and just to be away with myself. Scenery and delightful rides and people surrounded me, yet i could not savour it as much as i would have at better times. So altogether, it would have been a wonderful trip, would it have been under different circumstances.

I can’t comment in detail since most of my feelings jotted in my journal are much to painful to let out, and no one is really interested in my general comments, since it’s just not Me… so take it from me, those places are lovely. Just really think of where you are going and where you are headed. they make a lot of difference.

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