" I thought you were over traveling", he said to me like travelling was a disease or a cold something that I could get over. My mouth opened then closed, for those of you who don't know me, I have "a smart mouth", quick to say things that possibly shouldn't have been worded that way even if it was thought of that way.
My thoughts: How could you say that? How could one get over travelling? Especially while there are hundreds upon thousands of places that I have never been. My feet have never even touched Africa. My list is still overflowing waiting for dollars to be replaced in my account so I would be able to go the places that only I can imagine. Ghana, Kenya, Mozambique, different languages, different colors, different cultures. The unbelievable feeling that you are out of your element mixed with the excitement of being out of your element. Being able to see things more simply, to see others who believe that life is a gift, that food is a blessing, so little becomes so much. How different it changes your mind and in truth I like that person, I like who I am when I'm traveling. I like having to try hard, getting lost, meeting strangers that will grow with you, show you experiences, trusting others, and seeing the beauty that is the landscape, the sunset, the flowers bloom. Having the chance to do something once, that you know you may never do again. It is a feeling unexplainable, all you know is you want to do it again, and again, and possibly forever.
One day, I wondered what I would do if I ultimately reached success, some arbituary title or salary that equals that I have made it. I would disappear....cause that was never as important to me as the people I could help the places I could visit, the love that I could spread.
So to answer his question....I will never be over traveling. Everything that I do to make myself greater and stronger is for three reasons, God, family and happiness. And without traveling, I don't think I could be completely happy. I may not be able to go for years, but weeks, a month, even 3, is always on my mind.
know what I mean?
My thoughts: How could you say that? How could one get over travelling? Especially while there are hundreds upon thousands of places that I have never been. My feet have never even touched Africa. My list is still overflowing waiting for dollars to be replaced in my account so I would be able to go the places that only I can imagine. Ghana, Kenya, Mozambique, different languages, different colors, different cultures. The unbelievable feeling that you are out of your element mixed with the excitement of being out of your element. Being able to see things more simply, to see others who believe that life is a gift, that food is a blessing, so little becomes so much. How different it changes your mind and in truth I like that person, I like who I am when I'm traveling. I like having to try hard, getting lost, meeting strangers that will grow with you, show you experiences, trusting others, and seeing the beauty that is the landscape, the sunset, the flowers bloom. Having the chance to do something once, that you know you may never do again. It is a feeling unexplainable, all you know is you want to do it again, and again, and possibly forever.
One day, I wondered what I would do if I ultimately reached success, some arbituary title or salary that equals that I have made it. I would disappear....cause that was never as important to me as the people I could help the places I could visit, the love that I could spread.
So to answer his question....I will never be over traveling. Everything that I do to make myself greater and stronger is for three reasons, God, family and happiness. And without traveling, I don't think I could be completely happy. I may not be able to go for years, but weeks, a month, even 3, is always on my mind.
know what I mean?
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