Every good story is a tale of love. If you think about it all of our stories begin and end with love. Having love, losing love, wanting love, unrequitted love, loving too much, not loving enough. Every action is an act of love or the lack of it.
Why do we get bored with life? Coz we do not love what we're doing at the time. Coz we somehow, out of all the options out there, somehow managed to surround ourselves with things that do not make our heart beat just that little bit quicker.
Why do we get bored with life? Coz we do not love what we're doing at the time. Coz we somehow, out of all the options out there, somehow managed to surround ourselves with things that do not make our heart beat just that little bit quicker.
Why do I travel?
Why, up until the age of 27, have I been willing to drop everything at a whim to go travel? Love. It is as much a case of loving life as it is running away from it. In Helen Fielding's Cause Celebs (although not THAT great a read) she posted this question.
Aid Workers:
a) Missionary
b) Mercenary
c) Misfit
d) Broken heart
As applied to myself I'd say c and d both fit. At one level it feels good to be able to say, "fuck this shit I'm doing it my way." On the other hand every trip, every adventure is a microcosm of life. There is a beginning, there is an ending, there are lessons to be learned.
Perhaps what draws me most to travelling is that it works as a 'reset' button. You leave everything behind, go to a place where nobody knows your name. You can be anyone you want.
Apart from the obvious adventure and new experiences of food, people, cultures there is a certain lure in being mysterious. People you meet wonder where you've come from, people you've left behind wonder where you're going.
Travelling provides for me a sense of immortality. I do not come from anywhere, I am not going anywhere in particular. I am fluid. I am immortal. The only guiding force is love. By love I mean passion for life. Something, anything, that makes your heart beat just that little bit faster. That is how I want to live my life.
Why, up until the age of 27, have I been willing to drop everything at a whim to go travel? Love. It is as much a case of loving life as it is running away from it. In Helen Fielding's Cause Celebs (although not THAT great a read) she posted this question.
Aid Workers:
a) Missionary
b) Mercenary
c) Misfit
d) Broken heart
As applied to myself I'd say c and d both fit. At one level it feels good to be able to say, "fuck this shit I'm doing it my way." On the other hand every trip, every adventure is a microcosm of life. There is a beginning, there is an ending, there are lessons to be learned.
Perhaps what draws me most to travelling is that it works as a 'reset' button. You leave everything behind, go to a place where nobody knows your name. You can be anyone you want.
Apart from the obvious adventure and new experiences of food, people, cultures there is a certain lure in being mysterious. People you meet wonder where you've come from, people you've left behind wonder where you're going.
Travelling provides for me a sense of immortality. I do not come from anywhere, I am not going anywhere in particular. I am fluid. I am immortal. The only guiding force is love. By love I mean passion for life. Something, anything, that makes your heart beat just that little bit faster. That is how I want to live my life.
3 comments:
traveling gives u the chance to leave ur sorrows and pain behind..
or are you just running away from them??
for u to decide...
cheers... shameer =)
;) and that's how you are living it, no? Miss ya , Chica!
Hey Shameer,
Running away is something I've always done :) One way or another we all do. Getting better at toughing it out though. It's a working process.
M,
For the most part, yeah. Travelling is something I now know I can do. It has been tested. Now comes the part of conquering growing up and having responsibilities. Struggling a little but as with every new endeavour, the beginning is always the roughest?
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