“The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson
Yes, traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
Yes it is brutal. But if this will be the case – then let me be a masochist.
I absolutely love traveling; there’s no better feeling than being on the road with no plans, except to continue the journey. I love the friendships that I’ve made, and maintained, the cultures I’ve been immersed in, and…just, everything! It’s so hard to express my feelings towards traveling, as I feel that they are truly ineffable.
To travel the world is my dream. There’s no denying to it. And I just can’t seem to figure out why a lot of people, despite having this same idea, haven’t done anything to turn this into a reality. This may be the reason why “what-if’s” and regrets exist. But I’m sorry – I don’t wanna be one of them.
We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. And the thought of not seeing this is just so painful. Travelling is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.
So here are my blog posts from a traveler who believes that one’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things. Happy travelling! 🙂