Travelling

travelling

/ˈtravəlɪŋ/

adjective

going or being transported from place to place

Years ago a friend of my sister told me conversationally that traveling doesn't have to be expensive, fancy or like those travel shows or movies. 

It can be as mundane as going to the park or just a stroll around the neighborhood or a little trek to a new place, anything that fills your lungs with fresh air for them to rejuvenate every single one of your cell and motivates your mind to go on a little further into the unknown. 

It's a life skill of sorts, to travel alone, to have the guts to do it. It not only exhilarates you from the cocoon of your childhood but also fills you with experience and perspective. You cannot comprehend the confidence, insight and awareness the everyday monotony of people and tedious stories of places can give you in your life until you see it for yourself.

A journey changes you in the most beautiful ways, into your higher self because it changes the entire narrative of your apparent life for you. The sweet realisation that we're all each other's phases and sometimes we half while other's well full is spiritual probably it's a monumental moment of epiphany, probably it's just a second of vulnerability we know not but what we do know is that this little passing, phasing moment can be the defining consequence that will live on forever. 

We're all different stories and vague memories until we're alive through the perspective of the people we meet and the lives we touch. The bounds of personality are not reproducible by a shark black line but that each of us flows imperceptibly into adjacent people and things. The monotony changes your temperament and gives you faith in a faithless situation. 

Sometimes you need to be a little brave to break the habit and to just start, to just go on. Like you're stranded in space and you're waiting for your 7.5 hours of oxygen to run out but an external force can change your direction maybe for the better or worse but it'll change for sure.

Isn't there a sweetness in being hopeless? 

So welcome to the dark side of unhealthy habits. Be hopeless and let the light shine through your cracks, be happy without expecting extravagance. 

Here's to sweetness and sorrows.

Cheers to butter beers and weeping willows.

Be kind.

signing off

A

P.S. Meet me in the afterglow.