Well, ''me voila''. Welcome to a little story, the first one.

January 15th 2007, 22.20pm, London Heathrow Airport, l take my final step as I board the plane. I gracefully and traditionally feel my hand on the rim of the plane's door, the plane which will carry me across the waters of the world.
I bring my head down, and step in. The familiar carpet floor and plastic smell of the plane is something I notice to bring me into a comfort of '' been there, done it all before ''. However, slumping awkwardly into seat 52 A, suddenly the feeling came. It hit me harder than if a suitcase had landed on my head from the over-head compartment.... I was leaving home. It wasn't a melancholy feeling as such, it was a realisation. It was the sudden materialisation of my dreams of long ago, of when it had all started, when I knew what I wanted to do.

Do these dreams, imbeded in us all, do these dreams start when we were born, instinctive ? Or do they develop, like true love? Or do they come a-light in the midst of our lives and ignite our hearts with desire?
I myself cannot say, looking over my 19 years, I am unable to pinpoint such an aspiration, yet in every moment of my memory, it was there. The passion and desire was there, it existed. Day and night, I lived for this dream, I was in that plane for this ambition. I had gone over the path so many times, but I had not tred on it. I needed to feel the soil of the world crumble beneath my ''globe-trotting'' feet. I needed to experience, see, learn and take in. I needed to grasp and clutch this one hope of mine.
This was the pulsating feeling of my dream.

Had I ever experienced such feelings before ? Maybe, because these dreams are dangerous. No matter how much hope, excitement, joy and ambition it can bring to the loneliest of worlds... it can carry despair, or worse, it envelopes you in its cushy clouds, it lets you breathe want you want to breathe and you could be satisfied by what you hold in your soul... the dream.
I fear this outcome. We have to grasp our dreams and not let them flutter around. It is by no means an easy task. If one could get up, walk out and do that dream, it wouldn't be a dream, that would be too easy. In our minds we are all too aware of the difficulty of our dreams, and that is why it is there. To spur us on, to make us know that it can be done, it is acheivable, in some way it is very possible... it can be lived.
The path to a dream is no romance. A dream needs to be grabbed. So to grab this dream, I need to begin - I need to think beyond the dream and into the reality of here, now and the world in which I wake up. This dream is for me and the beginning is for the hope of getting toward the end, or better still, reaching the end.

And so away from the places of the mind and into the necessity, the action. I needed to fund this adventure of mine, and not let it be ''just a dream''. I was always, thus, keen on working - getting the material money to do this. To then put it into my back-pocket and say to myself, ''that is for what will be''. I did many little jobs, looking after kids in clubs when I myself was only twelve. It became more of a burden then a pleasure, but no matter how small the amount was at first, it was something. And with these jobs, started the reality and the actual dream had gained a millimetre of truth... it had started.

Sitting uncomfortably on seat 52 A, I remembered this past. My heart beat dropped to the pace of the memories, which I had lived. Who I was, and where I was at that moment, sitting quietly in 52 A, was the accumulation of all the different ''me''s that existed. The little me who played valiently in the park, the me who cried his heart out on every school day, the boy who wouldn't touch a swimming pool, the boy who looked deep into the eyes of a girl and asked for her love, and the kid who never stopped giving his all and pondered at the despair of it. That is what creates the person you are, the experiences in spite of ''youth''.

The winter sky was in its full showing that night. The plane roared out from the track and into the stars. The moonlight and stars glimmered into my eyes, and I hoped I was ready for this. All which I had been through must have prepared my for this, but doubt and hesitation are two imposters, which are tough to ignore. "The next time I'll be here....." .... the inability to end that sentence brought an eery chill up and down my back. If my dreams take off... how long will it take before I come down? The flight took would take this all in and I had a dry feeling of nothingness, of uselessness. Just as it was all getting started, the moment of doubt started to play in my mind.
I held back tears that I was not expecting, and deep inside me I went through the reasons of this journey. I went through the ''worst case scenario'', I thought of the ''true excitement'' of this trip. And I held my head stern and I thought of those who, I hoped, could be proud of me upon on my return. Who will look onto me and say '' I knew him ''. Yet no journey, no dream, is a matter of do or die. It is neither a matter of achieving or failing, but a matter of aspiring to inspire. That's all I could think into.

What were my horizons that awaited me at the end of this flight ? Well, then, I smiled, and knew that on my own two feet I could, hopefully, dictate my own horizons. I would lead myself into the big bright world and I can do, or try and try again and have fun. I could attempt, at least, to accomplish the dream. I would do my utmost to make it true, to succeed, but if it didn't work - I frankly wondered how I would spend that long time before my arrival ! I knew that things would come up and I would be able to take my chances. I would live at an entirely different pace to what I was doing before. Not even the wildest imaginations could think what my future was to be on the other side of the world. It would be one special story, of one special journey. So with that I took back my youthful excitement and dozed into the night.

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Well, there is my short note... Do you want to know what happened next ?? I will continue this story every week and keep you informed ! Have a good day !