Are we ever ready to abandon our whole life for something else? To alter everything that makes sense to us and to move into a different world...? Such a sacrifice must be the result of love... or is it that the life itself was already worn out?
Perhaps we are finished with one aspect of our life, but could not admit it, being stubborn or afraid, or perhaps just clinging on to the habit, the routine. We start looking for escape routes, take the leap of faith, and perhaps blame it all on fate. But it is not fate, at least, not if fate is something outside of us; it is a choice made in secret within ourselves. The pain is when the dreams change, as they do, as they must. "Suddenly the enchanted city fades and you are left alone again in the windy desert.