airports have, ever since i can remember been one of my most favourite places in the world.
people come and go, and it is the cross section of worlds.
where everyone meets for the same purpose but not one could ever tell of the same journey.
and at that very moment there is nowhere more important you could or would rather be;
the sense of direction and freedom combined is empowering to say the least.
today however, i had been feeling a little lost in the clouds.
as i sit in a cafe at the bottom of australia, im still left pondering on how it is exactly i got here.
waiting for my final flight of three which will land me in the mining town of kalgoorlie.
im not sure exactly, why im here, what my purpose is. of course i have the general overall idea of what im doing here, financially. but i still cant manage to wipe the ever elusive confused expression that is plastered across my forehead.
the book ive purchased, Richard Bransons Like a Virgin has yet to have its crispy white pages swung open, bent in all types of directions as i struggle to find a comfortable position to read it in. bundled as a nice coiincidence into my trip, [Virgin on Virgin] it is a collaboration from perhaps one of the most outstanding entrepeneurs of today; a reflection from one of the great minds of our time.
i figure, this is what great lives are made of. uprooting your normality, jumping on a plane and getting on that journey. sometimes you might not be sure, sometimes you might not feel like yourself, but the road to existence should probably start somewhere.
and that existence my friends, should be anything but mediocre.
with love, M x