Monday, January 17, 2011

Sorry, why do I travel?

Not just to see places…or to douse the restlessness that lurks inside. Not just to satiate the culture vulture nor to kill my curious gene. I don’t travel to expand my horizons or to realize that the best thing is in coming home. I don’t travel to feel free or express my independence in this standardized world. It’s not a drive of my individuality, my personality, my airy sun sign of Gemini, or a long ago promise to my angels. And it’s definitely not just the need to take off from everything for a while.

I travel because only in doing so I feel I am moving…somewhere, anywhere… For, to stand still is to die.

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