What would I do?

Describe the life you secretly want, with no need to explain it to anyone.

There is a life I secretly want. Not because it's impossible but because it would take too long to explain to propel who measure success only by salary or titlesnir applauds.

If they choose my life without worrying about exception then I think it would look very different.

I dream of disappearing into a small village that most maps barely acknowledge. A place where morning begins with birds instead of traffic where children still chase each other through dusty roads and where people know each other through names rather than by social media.

I would stay there for a while...not as someone's saviour but as someone's teacher. I would spend my days teaching children to read, to question and to dream. And above all to become kind.

I would tell them that intelligence means nothing without compassion and that courage is not the absence of fear but the decision to do what is right despite it. Then when they no longer need me, I would quietly leave for another village and begin again carrying none other than memories and hope.

Some people dream of building one house. I dreams of leaving little peices wherever I go.

I also dreamt of having a group of friends who feels like family. Not people brought together by convince bit by genuine affection. Men and women, different personality and different stories and different dreams and yet somehow fitting togather perfectly.

We would laugh until our stomach hurts over jokes that no one else can understand. We would travel without eloborate plans, staying up until the sunrise and argue passionately about meaningless things. We would celebrate each other's victory as if they were our won and stand beside each other suting hardest days.

Sometime though my imagination wanders much further back.

If I had lived centuries ago I don't think I would wanted to be a king. I would rather be someone who stood against thatm

I imagine a kingdom rules by fear where ordinary people whisper instead of speaking freely. I would want to gather all the whispers until they became a voice and until those voices became a rebellion.

Not for power or glory but because no one should have to now before justice simply because they are afraid. I would want to stand beside farmers, blacksmiths, teachers, mother's and soldiers who beleived the would would be kinder than the one they came from.

If I had to fight, then I would do the fight. If I have to bleed I would bleed.

And if my story ended in a battlefield I would hope it ended while protecting the people beside me with the sounds of freedom replacing the tyranny and the taste of victory lingering on my lips.

Not because I wanted to be remembered. But because I would know the popel I lives would wake up to a better tomorrow.

May be these sounds disconnected.

A wandering teacher.

A table full of laughing friends.

A rebel who dies defending ordinary people.

But to me they all are same dream. P