Monday, 13 October 2014

A Ticket to a Million Opportunities

“A child ticket to Oxford Street please?” I asked, my hands trembling with the rebellious guilt running wild through my veins. Will my friends and I make it back in the nick of time for the theatre production at The Old Vic theatre? A part of me thrived for the adventure, the whimsical thrill, the enigma of what we may discover but there was always that niggling worry in the pit of my stomach, the fear of getting lost in a city I’d never really explored before.

“Here you go, one child ticket.” The ticket man handed me the pale pink piece of card that will soon be whisking me away. Before I could grab the chance to change anyone’s mind I was stepping onto the underground and about to delve into the eccentric city of London for the first time with friends I had only made a week ago. And at that very moment I thought to myself screw it, what’s the worst that could happen?

After frantically running around Waterloo Station (I swear I must have lost a good few pounds) we finally hopped onto the right tube. I sighed with relief whilst constantly questioning why we were doing this. Around ten minutes later the five of us got off (thankfully at the right stop) and were about to peruse the stupendous shops that were on offer, feeling an overwhelming sense of daring euphoria.

It was truly magical. The glittering lights, the roaring rush of busy crowds and the sublime feeling of a different world dancing around me, even the heavy downpour that washed the pavements with its pretty raindrops filled my nostrils with that refreshing aroma that simply couldn’t be replicated. I instantly spotted the traditional flaming transport that roamed the city, carrying people to various places. It was even better than I ever imagined.

Source: me

We only had time to browse two shops but I cherished every second of it. How was I with people I barely knew but was on an exciting adventure with? The unbelievable madness of it was terrifying and intense but exhilarating all the same. I checked my watch and to my despair we were forced to cut the experience short and head back. I didn’t buy anything and we barely touched the first section of a shop but I know l will always remember the day.

We arrived back to our teacher who was oddly okay about our disobedience and hurried us into the theatre where Electra was about to commence. Thinking back I don’t even remember the play and not because it was mundane but because of the momentous time we had earlier on in the day. How could a single ticket, a mere bit of card, initiate so much elation and spirit?

On the hilarious journey home various thoughts rang through my mind and I realised something; these are the moments you live for. Being obedient is great but a little rebellion is even greater. This one ticket made me realise that I want to get out there, to visit extraordinary places and consume myself with the company of people with different ideologies to mine in the hope of expanding my knowledge. And so I made a vow that very same day: To stop being so damn scared of taking risks and to make spontaneous plans because it’s right there at the tip of my fingertips, I just need to take the plunge.

The opportunities are endless. It’s mind blowing to think of all the incredible things that we are missing because of school, money and fear. Grab a ticket and go for it, there’s no time like the present right?

Your TV/computer screen is only a microscopic view into the wonders of the outside world…

Where will you be buying a ticket to next?

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