if not now, then when?

(via the sartorialist) 

today i decided that i want to go to morocco. i’m not really sure why, but i really really want to go. i added it to my newly-created list of places i want to go, looked up study abroad options for that area, realised there weren’t any really right for me and then thought about who i’d like to go with and who would agree to go with me. and there are lots of people i’d love to go there with but they wouldn’t/couldn’t go there now or soon or within the next few years. and i guess this midnight post/train of thought isn’t really about morocco but if we don’t think we have the freedom to move, to travel, to switch up our lives now, when will we ever? most of us will probably never have months of vacations or the financial resources we could draw upon now, and i know that money is a contentious issue, extremely contentious for different people. we say we don’t have the money now, but frankly we will never have the money, not any time in the foreseeable future. and more importantly, most importantly we will never have this time and this license to act like we’re free as long as we can call ourselves young, you know? i’m scared that the longer we believe this of ourselves and drag our feet away from the comfort zone and the easy option, the heavier they’ll get, and all these grand imagined plans and landscapes and adventures we once wanted and were confident we’d pursue will always just remain the great perhaps.