Prompt: the song Permanent Vacation by 5 Seconds of Summer
She will run away to chase her dreams The words were on her wall, in bold letters made with black tape. She always promised herself that she’d stay true to the promise that her 12-year old rebel self had put op in her room. She’d put the quote there in a time where she was opposed to everything, just because she could; like any 12-year old wanting more freedom and wishing she was older. But the 18-year old student that she’d become was different, sensible. That girl worked hard, showed up in time, never missed a deadline and still had time for her friends. She seemed to be a happy girl, and for a long time she’d thought she was happy. But a new year had started, and her social media feed was filled with encouragements to chase your dreams, to do the things you always wanted to do, to reach your goals, always complemented with the #newbeginning. Although she usually ignored these things, she found herself staring at them more often than intended. She found herself going through the pictures of an old co-worker who’d taken his bags and moved to Australia, planning on finding a job there for a year. She found herself looking at all the messages that said that now was the time to do a certain thing, and her heart ached. She wanted a new beginning this year. It wasn’t that she was unhappy or that her life was miserable; the problem was that every day was the same. And it had been that way for too long. Now, foreign countries were calling her more than ever; the further away, the better. She had never been a person to go strange places. She liked her home, she didn’t wish to study abroad, she was fine with staying in her own little comfort zone. And that’s what she usually did. She never stepped out of her comfort zone except for the occasional book she bought without checking what it was about beforehand. But now, now she wanted to chase her dreams like her 12 year old self had wanted, she wanted to explore and have adventures. Something new. But she was sensible. She knew that it was stupid to give up her place at uni, something she’d worked hard to achieve, in the middle of her bachelor. She knew she didn’t have the money, nor the guts to tell her friends and family that she was going away for a year and she didn’t know where. So instead, she turned up the volume of her music, songs blasting through her speakers. It was the music her 12 year old self had listened to, the music that had never really left her although she left the rebellious period behind a long time ago. She listened once more to the songs about chasing dreams, about running away, about rebelling against the standard life, about rebellious teenagers, about leaving everything behind. Those were the songs the sensible girl danced to, when she was home alone and nobody could see her. Those were the songs she hummed to as she walked to class. They were also the songs that made her buy a practical backpack and save money. Just in case she ever was going to stick to that promise on her wall. She will run away to chase her dreams before she falls apart at the seams
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About meWelcome to my blog! This is where I post my stories, occasionally accompanied by personal thoughts. I always post short stories, as I keep the longer ones for myself. My stories are often based on songs. I listen to music a lot (mostly pop punk / punk rock), and often get inspired by melodies, lyrics, or music videos. |