My Idealistic Dream and A Life on Four Wheels.

Where would you want to live?

A question popped on to my wallpaper some time ago, an ask.fm notification.

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Where would I want to live?

I can't answer it my self.
I don't want to settle, really. If I get the chance to choose, I will be very happy not to own any house. Well maybe I will, just in case I'll be needing one for investment or rather a shelter for the rest of my life if these feet can no longer hold my body. But if I get to choose, once again, no.

I want to have house on a van, a modified van whose roof you can open/close anytime you want. To watch the night skies, the beautiful stars, or simply the clouds. Aren't they beautiful already just by being them?

There would be mattress, pillows, and some drawers here and there in the backseat of the van, well basically anything to keep me alive. If it's cold I would make a fire. I would go on errands in the forest looking for woods, keep some in my van provided there will be times I am gonna need em unplanned. If it's hot I would open all my windows and openings. I would greet each and everyone I see with a smile and tell them to go walking in the park for it's a sunny day and they won't have it the same way the next day. So later I would walk in the park too, wearing summer dresses eating ice cream playing see saw with a beautiful girl I just met in 10 minutes.
If it's festive days among the locals, I would gladly drive my van aside. I would step out and enjoy the party with them --because I am them! Get it? And if a chaotic unexpected havoc happened I would join them in the anxiety. I would blend in, learned how they handle it and practiced it myself. I would leave my van if I had to but sneaked out and about to check on it in case they stole it or worse burnt it down and would undoubtedly fight back if they did so, it's my bloody van you make the mess of!

I don't want to settle because.....why on earth would I have to?
I want to connect. I want to interact with people. I want to help them in any ways I could, I want them to use me for any kinds of good, to bits of me. I want to share and give what they think they need of me and get what they have in return. Not for money, but their stories, smile, fears, experience, dreams...

And imagine, just imagine. How beautiful will it be to travel to places you've always wanted to visit, meet the people you've always been eager to see, in such colorful cultures and backgrounds with no warnings of how it might come out? Like you have the fears of getting kidnapped or robbed with no money at all both in your wallet and pockets and left with a van looted, but you just do it anyway for you also have the probability of meeting kind strangers who'll help you find the beautiful places you could not track on the map, and maybe an old man who at first you thought a creepy one but turned out he gave you the lesson he wish he could turn back time and fix?

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And where's that shiny gold dreams washed away? Um, you mean 'I want to be the CEO of (name a prospectively good company here) by 40' kinds of dream?

I want it too, I mean, who doesn't? In a different way.
I want it for the money. I want to work somewhere just for the money so that I can still be alive.
But to be alive and to live is two different stories.
And my idea of 'to live' is....?

This is it. I want to work for people.

a BLAH to my kind of ideal life

(which sounds too idealistic at the same time too I know)

but if you happen to read this,

can I have a little amen?

Very kind of you, thank you.