She had been thinking about the realisation she had a few days ago. She felt less suffocated now that she knew what was causing it. They say it is important to find the root cause of the problem. That’s what she did in her job after all – analyse issues and design a solution. She was good at it. “Then why is it so difficult for me to find the root cause of my personal calling?” She jumped up the bed with determination and kept the book she had accidentally slept on while reading aside. It was the Lonely planet guide she had been reading.
By this time, she was sure that her goal in life was to inspire to travel and travel to inspire people. She wanted to travel the world and touch the lives of people she thought she would never meet. When she was growing up, she was so determined to travel, that she would travel alone, run away from home even though her mother did not approve. It was a never-ending fight between the invisible force of society and her desire to see new places. “What happened to me now?” She asked herself. She realised over the last two years she had moved countries, gained considerable success in her career but she had forgotten about the little girl who was fascinated by everything she saw while going to school. She got dressed in her red formal dress, looked at the mirror, noticed her glittering eyes and thought ” I am still alive. Thank god, my eyes still have not stopped dreaming and I will never let them” She could see the globe her father had bought her when she was a kid in her eyes and felt the desire to touch every part of that globe.
She decided. Nothing was more important than fulfilling her reason for existence .. to travel. Travelling is all about courage – she thought. The courage to lose your way, wander off with a map in your hand without worrying about the destination, how long is it going to take, how you will reach there. It is about the journey, not the destination. She felt excited and eager to start her journey. It would not be long before she would resume travelling to unknown countries. When you have the courage to get lost while wandering, you always find your way back…
While staring at the mirror, she thought “my life is similar, I wandered away from my purpose, had experiences, learning new things and after years, now I am back to where I belong, my dream, my purpose and my journey” – her belief was stronger.
She picked up her bag, closed the day and was ready to start her regular day…
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