Genuine Wanderlust
I adore absolutely everything about travel; I think I must have genuine wanderlust.
To the wandering souls, one place or adventure per year isn't near enough. Sometimes those that wander need to be cut loose for them to come into their own. They need to walk different paths, speak different languages (Verbal, body, or soul), they need to meet different minds on high winding roads, in small candle lit corners of the earth ... and more often than not, with a question attempted in a foreign local language.
Their mind would no longer only consist of their personal thoughts, it would be filled wit ideas from strangers they meet, stories they hear, food they taste. It would become a chaotic expression of globalization all mashed into one big canvas of travel.
I still remember the time I was an idle wanderer. insanely craving the thought of being cut loose to be able to go and experience the world as loudly as possible. Of being able to quench my love for all things different from me. The fearless way.
Some parts of me are grateful I waited, maybe because I feel that after an empowering year the best way to end it was with a bang. A bang of culture and beauty.
Maybe the person I am today understands the world in a better way, a more intense and deep way. Maybe nurturing my wanderlust for longer than I can remember set in motion a life that I couldn't have dreamed of, a canvas to my memoirs.
Because, Why not?!
Fearless
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Their mind would no longer only consist of their personal thoughts, it would be filled wit ideas from strangers they meet, stories they hear, food they taste. It would become a chaotic expression of globalization all mashed into one big canvas of travel.
I still remember the time I was an idle wanderer. insanely craving the thought of being cut loose to be able to go and experience the world as loudly as possible. Of being able to quench my love for all things different from me. The fearless way.
Some parts of me are grateful I waited, maybe because I feel that after an empowering year the best way to end it was with a bang. A bang of culture and beauty.
Maybe the person I am today understands the world in a better way, a more intense and deep way. Maybe nurturing my wanderlust for longer than I can remember set in motion a life that I couldn't have dreamed of, a canvas to my memoirs.
Because, Why not?!
Fearless
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