The world is a book and those who don’t travel read just a page.
Explaining why you are a victim of wanderlust is like trying to reason out why you love reading books. Both of these wonderful ways of “learning” something new. They help you discover the marvelous world that we live in. They tell you about all the different and diverse fellow human beings that reside in this world. They take you to infinite number of places and let you explore new horizons. They bring out the writer , poet or musician in you. They inspire you. They leave you speechless.They make you thoughtful. They help you grow.
I’m not a great artist or a cook but I can tell you with some decent amount of confidence , that I’m a good traveler – because I love both art and food. That’s the thing about traveling – You can be yourself. There’s no “right” way of doing it. There’s just a “happy” way of doing it. You could be the happy-go-lucky person who would wander from place to place without any fixed plan or the To-do-list person who wants things to go just as you planned. But either way , if you’ve enjoyed yourself , you’ve done it right. You get to know yourself better when you travel. You discover not only the wonderful places , but also your wonderful self.
Why do we travel? Why do we go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving. There is a kind of magicness about going far away and then coming back all changed.Wherever you go , it becomes a part of you somehow. You’re never the same person after coming back from any place. You develop an attachment with the place and it’s culture. You change in a pleasant way.
Cities were always like people, showing their varying personalities to the traveler. Depending on the city and on the traveler, there might begin a mutual love, or dislike, friendship, or enmity. Where one city will rise a certain individual to glory, it will destroy another who is not suited to its personality. Only through travel can we know where we belong or not, where we are loved and where we are rejected.
Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world. You learn to accept the fact that the place that you live in is not actually the best. You happen to realise that there is a big beautiful world out there with wonderful people. You became a better person.
My dream is to explore the entire world.A stylish backpack with all essentials dumped into it. A camera. A notebook. A traveling paint set. A hat. Good shoes. All my comforrable shorts and T- shirts. A nice pleated red skirt for the occasional seaside hotel afternoon dance. And a few of my favourite party dresses. Now that would be my definition of “Perfect”. Ah!
What’s your travel style?