Travelling is like flirting with life. It's like saying, 'I would stay and love you, but I have to go.' And so, to keep up the pace we go hither and thither, living dreams and dreaming the new ones, cooking up stories and reciting the old ones, making amends and fabricating new blunders. And then, at times like today, we write, to remember our nows later.
It took me some time to decipher what this word travel actually means? Is it just about visiting places or much more that that? Is it merely a desire to roam and rove about, or an antidote to what we go through each day, an escape? Is it an impulse to explore this world, or is it about finding yourself in the process, your own self? Is that hunger to feel the wild air, or is about feeding yourself, to become? Is it a dream, or a reality we look forward to? It is everything.
So, next time we travel, let us make sure that our journey is about travel, about everything.