She had heard the saying “Not all who wander are lost”. It is completely true, she thought while looking at the globe. However, I think…no one who has the courage to wander are lost. In fact, the urge to wander keeps us alive. She kept turning the globe around touching every continent slowly. The possibility of visiting new places, someplace we have never seen, imagining how life would be out there, imagining how people dress up there, how they talk, what they eat, how the kids look and behave there…keeps my fire going. Every morning she woke up in a dilemma between her existing world and the world she wanted to live. In her present world, there was a regular job, a good apartment, good money, friends and family. She felt grateful for what she had but she also knew that there was a hollowness. “I have to sit down and think about it” she felt.
It is the excitement of knowing something and seeing something I have never seen before and the possibility of feeling something we have never felt yet that keeps me going. I wonder if that happens to everyone or is it just a few born nomads who feel the same?
She decided that one of the evenings, after her daily job, she would sit down to reflect more on it to get clarity. Why did she feel this urge? why is it that when she spoke about it to people, they nodded their head but never understood? why was the moon the only creation of a god who she could speak to about this? Was this so difficult to understand? or did people feel it but chose to ignore it because they were bound by the regular routine and expectations that people around and the society had set for them?
I feel suffocated when I don’t travel and keep living the regular routine and I have to do something about it. Is to travel my calling? – She kept the globe on the table with determination and decided to reflect on it and find the reason.
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