As I sat on the bus leaving a blurred scenery of Dijon, France, my eyes scanned every street sign that would bring me closer to Paris. I must admit, the cold did not dampen my spirits as my head darted left and right, searching for a city I have longed since childhood. It took a bit of miles before I settled down and decided to let the country soothe my mind with its blue sky and warm sunshine. A perfect day for taking photographs, I mused. I breathe in the scent of my perfume that would also help nostalgia later on.
I have always believed that if you desire something, you should envision it, pray for it and plaster a picture of it in front of your bed. And then, the universe, with all its forces, time and fate, will conspire to make anything you've ever wanted come true. As if an invisible hand would lead you to where you have always wanted to flourish. I trusted this "law" for quite a while now, and there I was, on a bus carrying a twenty something girl from a small city in the Philippines, to one of the most beautiful cities in the world.
As we wandered around Paris, I finally caught the tip of the Eiffel Tower. It was not excitement that lingered in my bones, I was rather bemused. Happiness? Perhaps. But my emotions were so muddled, I felt a tear resting in the inner corners of my left eye. I blinked and my lashes were wet, I strained to look closer as we passed by the icon. I didn't know if it was the cold that dried my eyes and it was my body trying to re-hydrate them, but I knew something in me stirred. My stomach felt like a cavern, hollow, as if blood merely glided around. I would like to believe that it wasn't because I saw the Eiffel Tower, a magnificent structure which has seen millions of faces, eras and time itself; a giant staring down at beings who'd pass through their lifetimes. Its steel structure casting shadows on dirt, as if it were a sun dial for the bustling city. I would like to believe that the exhilaration stemmed from the knowledge that something I have believed, from years of staring at a black and white post card of this man-made wonder, have been affirmed by a series of events that lead me to this place. The universe and its forces were in my favor, I could go on life more confidently.
Listening to: 1901 by Birdy
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