"If we were meant to stay in a place, we'd have roots instead of feet"
-Rachel Wolchin.
Wanderlust is consuming. Wilderness is calling.
It is so often regarded "crazy" to wander. Wandering is what many and I really mean many, hearts want to do. No this is not a gypsy writing this. We're using our feet to merely commute from our homes to our workplaces and back. From our lives in metropolitans we seek a place of 'get away' so often. Is it getting away from the city and its noise? Or away from the person that we were amidst the noise? A place that is a little or too away, whatever the heart wants is perfect. One that has spaces where anything is allowed to grow, where nothing is tamed, not even man.. where rains are super-added charm, where signboards are really not eye-catching because you want to wander. Not all those who wander are lost said Tolkien, but what he din't consider is that we wander so we can get lost. Lost does not necessarily mean you cannot find your way, it simply can mean you found joy in losing it, in losing yourself and you do not want to find a way and just maybe you want to look for alternatives that are appealing. The destination is not known, but is sought. The way to the destination though, is not on any map and never will be. You see a road and it calls you, you take that turn eagerly unfolding the path yourself. Meeting strange people along your way, strange in the way they think and live, is something you yearn for. People form such an important part of our lives that we vividly remember people we've met or seen in particular places. Some are like a mirror and reflect, and some amuse. Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, but sometimes in the middle of nowhere you find yourself. Maybe we travel and constantly like to do so, not to escape life but for life not to escape us. The world is waiting. You haven't seen everywhere but it can be on your list. Then it would be right to say that the world is a book, an out of the way intriguing one, and if we haven't travelled then we have read only a page.
-Rachel Wolchin.
Wanderlust is consuming. Wilderness is calling.
It is so often regarded "crazy" to wander. Wandering is what many and I really mean many, hearts want to do. No this is not a gypsy writing this. We're using our feet to merely commute from our homes to our workplaces and back. From our lives in metropolitans we seek a place of 'get away' so often. Is it getting away from the city and its noise? Or away from the person that we were amidst the noise? A place that is a little or too away, whatever the heart wants is perfect. One that has spaces where anything is allowed to grow, where nothing is tamed, not even man.. where rains are super-added charm, where signboards are really not eye-catching because you want to wander. Not all those who wander are lost said Tolkien, but what he din't consider is that we wander so we can get lost. Lost does not necessarily mean you cannot find your way, it simply can mean you found joy in losing it, in losing yourself and you do not want to find a way and just maybe you want to look for alternatives that are appealing. The destination is not known, but is sought. The way to the destination though, is not on any map and never will be. You see a road and it calls you, you take that turn eagerly unfolding the path yourself. Meeting strange people along your way, strange in the way they think and live, is something you yearn for. People form such an important part of our lives that we vividly remember people we've met or seen in particular places. Some are like a mirror and reflect, and some amuse. Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, but sometimes in the middle of nowhere you find yourself. Maybe we travel and constantly like to do so, not to escape life but for life not to escape us. The world is waiting. You haven't seen everywhere but it can be on your list. Then it would be right to say that the world is a book, an out of the way intriguing one, and if we haven't travelled then we have read only a page.
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