An incessant need to touch, smell, hear and feel untouched places over and over. The need to keep wandering. The need to keep exploring. The desire to keep looking at every place and saying this is the best I have seen “yet”. To be able to look at the sun go up and down. That place that gives you a million things to smile about every time you think of those days. Every bill that you add to your collection that it keeps growing fatter with every bit of food that you taste. An ordinary day that turns out to become an amalgamation of adventures that are etched in your memory. To understand that some people can be really selfish. But goodness exists. The experience that gives you a chance to take a leap of faith.Those people who don’t understand your language as much but tell you a lot more. Music that touches your soul. Rivers that makes your blood flow faster. Sunsets that take your breath away. Moments so blissful that you forget to take pictures. Compassion that makes you melt. Events that make you believe that more things outside of your purview of life exist.
Winds that keep calling out for you to stay on the road. And you should listen to them and never stop losing yourself. Money is never a factor. You know how to pull off a day without food. And a scrungy old place to live. Nothing should stop you. Nothing can stop you. Because that’s what traveling does to you. It makes you think everything is possible. It makes you push yourself. It makes you to want more. It makes you do more. It makes a large part of the person you become
But it also leaves you with a sense of longing. It keeps you wanting for one more mountain , one more day and one more person. It leaves your lips dry, feet cracked and hearts longing. There you are not wanting to leave but you have to. You have to study or work or take care of someone.
A different person keeps walking around back at home and no body can ever understand why or how. But its different every time. You don’t feel like you can ever fit here. Because the sense of belonging kills you. You want to keep roaming the cities and tell everyone who asks your native place that you belong to the road. That’s the place you feel most comfortable calling home.
You keep going back. You keep searching for newer places to satisfy your hunger and don’t stop till you actually can. You take every long weekend off and go to every place that seems affable or not so lovable but you manage to love the unexplored. The worlds got you hooked and you better sail along because it wouldn’t be fun any other way.
Beyond the Ineffable 