These spur-of-the-moment decisions do not come around often.
Sometimes, we have no good reason to, for instance, “rescue” a soft, pebbled leather bag with a four-digit price tag from yet another lonely night locked behind shiny glass windows; or turn down a good ol’ tub of refreshing, tried-and-tested mango shebert in favour of a tiny scoop of gourmet sardine ice cream on a hot Sunday afternoon.
It comes swiftly – sowing in you the initial seeds to planning world domination and becoming the ultimate master of the universe and everything – and then makes a quick getaway, so fast so that you find yourself wondering what to do with the neon-lit “Carpe Diem!” sign now seemingly permanently-imprinted onto your open palms.
Truth is, I have never been the globetrotting kind. The mere thought of getting onto a plane makes me hurl, but the idea of a new beginning seems very tempting at the moment. There have been far too many dead ends in the past; perhaps it is now time to shape them into well-ridden paths.
I suppose there is always a first for everything.