Loubys VS Boarding pass

Every christmas or birthday we dream of the perfect pair of louboutons , the gold diamond marc by marc jacobs watch packed  in the daintiest box as if it was sealed with pure sweet love , we long for the louis vutton bag that we stare at for hours online picturing it , pairing it with every outfit your shabby sheiq wardrobe owns. The petite little black chanel number that clings to your body like a layer of skin. But this year was different , i wasnt hoping for any of these things , i was dreaming of waking up on christmas day to a one way ticket away from my hometown. Somewhere exciting, not neccasirily somewhere exotic but somewhere fun. Somewhere i could escape to (notice how i said excape not run away ). I wasnt running from the people around me (would happlily take a few certain individuals with me ) infact i wasnt running from anyone apart from the voice in my head. I started out like any ordiniary girl not knowing what or where she wants to go , i thought i had it all planned out . A princess , a singer , an actress , a gymnast, karate, at one point i genuinly considered being a spy ( blame the brother for all those late night films id stay up and watched with him ). You go through your life knowing exactly what you want do , thinking you know where your life is going, but do we ? do we really know what comes next ? I mean how mads this , im a hairdresser that wants to be a writer and live on the other side of the world ( newyork prefrebly) . Try explaining that one to the parents and your boss. We sit in our jobs everyday dreaming of what we could be doing or what we can only dream of doing, but why do we dream it , instead of dreaming it why dont we get off our seat engraved bottoms and do it ? People of this century are constantly on moanmode we commit agrosuicide everyday of ourlifes by forcing unneccisary grief onto ourselfes about the smallest thing like whether the red gloss clashes with the dior belt and red unlabbled shoes we found in the sales last year , or whether to wash our hair tonight or next thursday .I guess what im trying to say is instead of worrying about what day of the week to wash our hair why dont we foccus on the fact were settling for nothing more than boredom . And im not talking boredom of the week im talking deadend-longhours-earlymorninglatenight-sameoldsameold job suicide kind of boredom that were going to have to live with for the rest of our lifes if we dont make a move