Why are we on the move all the time? What is it about traveling that appeals to us so much? Is a trace of some instinct from ancient nomadic lives, or are we just itching to get some sun?
Emerson once said that traveling is a fool’s paradise. And I agree. It’s not all smiles, sunshine and happy music playing in the background. Mostly, it is though, but as in all things, there’s two sides to each experience, and traveling definitely has it’s double-edged sword moment. It can show you marvelous places and make you feel new and beautiful emotions, but it comes at a price, life gives and takes. One day we live to smile, the next, to frown. So we must be willing to accept this and set out on the road keeping in mind that everything can happen and it will happen, the good and the bad. At the end of the day we always, almost always, look back at the less happy instances and laugh, so don’t worry.
Fools run off with their bags looking for heaven, this makes all the more sense when you know that heaven is within. If you search for something you cannot perceive within you, you’ll be looking for a long time. Try not to escape, but to merge and unite.
While everyone has their reasons, I think that there are a few key factors that we all have in common, that push us to pack our shit and head off.
We’re looking for something. We’ve seen what we can see where we’ve lived up until now and want, need to know what’s on the other side, is the grass really greener over there? Do the people smile differently? Who am I underneath all that I’ve been told I am?
We really are a curious kind, and there’s something that keeps us day-dreaming about all the experiences we can have. I mean, we travel in our minds when our immediate physical environment doesn’t permit it!
So what is it?
It’s the Mystery!
”The world is incomprehensible. We won’t ever understand it; we won’t ever unravel it’s secrets. Thus we must treat the world as it is: a sheer mystery.” Carlos Castaneda
All of life is one big mystery, one that we may never solve, but just keep being amazed and awe-struck by it, if you are truly alive you will be held in rapture by all that around you. So you want to keep moving forward and learning, seeing for yourself if the people in such-and-such country are what everyone back home has been saying about them.
Having spent most of my life moving around, and being the outsider wherever I went, I never really managed to fit in. I used to worry about it, but one day I stopped giving a shit and felt happy right away. I appreciate the fact that it doesn’t interest me, there is no appeal to fit in, be it a crowd, a suit or an office cubicle. And the same goes for ”free-thinking” communities. The moment you find yourself in a group, you will have to agree upon someone else’s ideals and perceptions for it to function, and that means losing your individuality.
I’ve learned that I only wish to fit into my own skin, and into the embrace of those I love. Don’t tell me where I belong, the only law that can be sacred to me is that of my own nature. And when I travel, I meet it all the more. Knock off the chains of group-think and conformity, find your freedom and be prepared for the journey at hand.
Thanks largely to westernized lifestyles, we are constantly told by our parents, teachers, friends and governments what to think and how to act towards the ”outside”. Even now as I’m writing this, it’s pissing me off to see to which extent it goes. And the damage it has caused and continues on to do so. Division after endless division.
Modern culture is poison. Don’t get me wrong, it holds a few nice and pretty traditional things, but to the most part, nationalism and culture limit your human potential, they stunt your growth through conditioning.
Traveling helps to clean your subconscious of all the indoctrinated lies stuffed down our minds since we’re born.