Burning Beneath

There’s a strange feeling I’ve been carrying lately—a mix of happiness and stress, excitement and contentment, yet also a quiet undercurrent of fear. It’s a paradox I never expected, but perhaps it’s natural when a long-held dream begins to shift from distant possibility to tangible reality.

For years, I’ve imagined owning a camper van. It wasn’t just a passing thought or a casual wish; it was a vision that shaped my idea of freedom, adventure, and a life untethered from routine. And now, as that dream inches closer—no longer just an abstract concept but something real, something soon to be mine—I find my mind racing at full speed.

There’s so much to think about. How do I want to design it? What materials should I use? What’s the best way to maximize space, efficiency, and comfort? The possibilities are exhilarating, but they’re also overwhelming. My thoughts jump from one idea to the next, fueled by the sheer excitement of creating something that once only existed in my imagination. But amidst all this energy, I have to remind myself to stay grounded.

I keep telling myself: focus on the next step. Not the hundred steps ahead, not the full picture all at once—just the very next thing. Because if I let my mind spiral too far into the future, I risk drowning in the details before I even begin.

Still, it’s hard to contain this excitement. This camper van represents more than just a vehicle—it’s the physical embodiment of a dream I’ve held onto for so long. And now that it’s finally within reach, I feel both the weight of responsibility and the rush of anticipation.

Maybe that’s the nature of dreams. We chase them with relentless passion, but when they finally come to life, they demand something different from us—a balance of vision and patience, of excitement and discipline.

So here I am, standing at the threshold of something I’ve always wanted, doing my best to stay present, to take it one step at a time, and to embrace the whirlwind of emotions that come with seeing a dream unfold.