traveling

TRAVELLING

This is a very curious thing:  a blog.  It's personal, but it's not.  It's shared, but only with people who want to read in. 

For most people reading this blog, I think, most everyone knows that in my life, right now, life's in a transition of sorts.   I'm living in a place that's very "foreign" to me, even though I'm in a country where I've been coming all my adult life.  I'm watching, observing, but I'm also a participant.  It's not a "place" where I've ever been before.  

I spend a lot of time these days trying to figure out life.  Where I am, from one perspective, might appear somewhat simple, certainly bucolic, and for sake of better words, peaceful and quiet.  But here for me as a foreigner, it's never peaceful and quiet, and definitely not simple. 

A few weeks back I had a revelation in my quest in figuring out life.

"What am I doing?" I asked myself (the perennial question). 

"I'm travelling," I suddenly answered back.  "You know, travelling."

I (the one asking the question, and the one answering) devised a theory about "travel" a few years back.  "Good travel" is travel that one learns from, travel that impacts one's life (almost in that way of a significant drug experience).  And good travel is generally when one makes one's self vulnerable, where one engages to such an extent to where things can really go wrong. 

"I'm travelling," I said to myself.  And that revelation helped.  And the people immediately around me are also travelling. 

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