“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.” - Jeremy Irons

Time. We seek it. We treasure it. We waste it. We never know where it went.

I find time always running away from me. I keep waiting for the perfect moment to catch it, a moment that never comes. Time stares at me from a distance. Laughing. Daring me to enjoy the sites, smell the flowers instead of constantly scheming about how to catch it. But I can't help it. It's like an addicting game. An addicting story. You couldn't stop playing if you tried.

There are moments where I forget about time. Those moments where I forget where I was going. Those moments of music. Those moments of beauty. Sometimes the world is so beautiful it stops you in your tracks. You can't help but forget about time. Butterflies. Cupcakes. Laughter among friends. A smile. A bird's song. Beautiful souls. Inspiring moments.

Sometimes I realize time is not in my present.

“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.” - Jeremy Irons

A quote about time that I had never read, but it fits the story of my life perfectly. I live by my memories and my dreams. I travel to create memories. I travel to dream. I dream to travel. I dream to escape. My life is a series of travel memories. I dream of so many more. Memories captured in pictures. Dreams captured in my mind. Some day I will be free.