The Sea

“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.”
― Christopher Paolini, Eragon

“ Travelling is…

“ Travelling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” Cesare Pavese

I dream of travelling like this again. Of not knowing the route intimately, of not knowing what is around the next corner, or the best places to see or to eat or to be at the destination. I miss being out of my depth and immersed in the unknown. Oh how I long for the open road. 

“To my mind, th…

“To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.” – Bill Bryson

I was researching story telling today and came across an article that made me think. Strangely enough, what was forced to mind was not story telling, it was travel, with this question in particular: Why do we travel? 

Is it because we have to or because we choose to? I know people travel for work, for pleasure, for business, for adventure, for romance, for knowledge, for relaxation. People use travel to escape their everyday lives or travel so much being a nomad is their lifestyle. I live with someone who travels extensively for work, arrives home and wants to be travelling again. I know my own reasons for travelling touch upon most of these, most of the time.

How many of these reasons combine when you travel? When someone asks, “Why do you travel?”, how do you answer the question? 

“We are torn be…

“We are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”
~ Carson McCullers

 

That strange instinct that makes us want to know what lies at the edge of the map, that makes us sit alone in the dark or stalk through the jungle in search of prey more feral than ourselves. The part of who we are that looks for wide open spaces and that sleeps to the pounding of the waves on the shore. This is for the people who look up and see the stars, who look down and see the earth, who look ahead and see an adventure, who look behind and see more than their past.

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