You can go as far as you wish – and yet, there you are. Hope you have a joyful holiday and enjoy this poem.

Postcard paradise 

Comes with night sweats, 

Itchy mosquito bites, 

Cockroach face offs,  

Sun poisoning 

And blasting sand. 

How different we are 

Me looking at that postcard 

Years ago, 

Light in my eyes 

Dreams in my heart. 

Oh how it would be! 

If only I could! 

And me now 

Having lived the dream. 

I sigh. 

Aspirations, goals, dreams. 

It’s all the same in the end. 

We are the same in the end. 

Quest after quest. 

And here we are. 

Stop the wheel. 

I am getting off.