Young people are always engrossed with traveling, of not being here, of being somewhere else, of being anywhere else but here, as if we’re always looking for ourselves.
We are traveling all the time. Our mind travels. Our heart travels. Even our nostrils travel. It’s in our DNA to travel. We travel even if we are standing. We travel even without moving.
We travel with empty pockets. We travel hungry. We travel dumb. We travel and cry. We look back, we smile. We travel with haste or take our time. We travel with a cross. We travel carefree. We limp, we glide, we jump, we embrace. We travel with open arms. We travel as cowards. We travel light or heavy. We leave marks, we leave scars. We travel gracefully, we travel tired. We travel near, we travel far. Sometimes, we don’t know the way. We travel alone, we travel as one. We travel and pretend, or pretend to travel.
We are traveling souls. Always searching. Always looking. We never cease to travel. We do only when we cease to be. But even then….
*This is part of a 68-Day Travel Diary called Reflections of a Nearly Thirty. Read the full Reflections Series here.