Travel is…

Hello Fellow Travelers, welcome to my mental plane. 😛

Okay, so I occasionally tend to come up with really bad jokes, but puns about monorails make for some really good one liners.. is what I’ve come to find! 😛 We’ve spent a greater share of the past discussing things related to travel, and things to do while traveling, what not to do while traveling, DIY projects and the likes.. but we’ve never really spoken about what it is, that travel stands for.. what it does to us, what it means to us, we’ve never attempted to define the enigma that unfurls with every journey, and that is precisely what we’re going to be doing this week, we’re going to talk about what travel means to us. So fasten your seat-belts, this is going to be one helluva ride! 😀

To Travel, for me, is to spend some time being lost in the world, and in myself. We’re a quagmire, perhaps a lovely quandary, the world and I, we grow and evolve, separately and together. It’s almost magical, the ability to be constantly amazed at the things that the world has to show. Traveling through a country, or traveling through space, it’s always about finding something new, like a secret meant only for your knowledge, a touch only you can feel, a sight meant only for your eyes.. and it changes, every time you go there, or anywhere.

To Travel, is to tap into a part of me which has been in a slumber for too long, and watch it stretch lazily before being wide awake, and soak everything in. It’s a way of getting to know more about the world, and myself, by knowing more about the people around me. It’s a synecdoche of introspection, a metaphor for love, the simile for free spiritedness, and the essence of coming home to an alien destination, and yet being at home in a foreign land.

To travel is grow, to evolve, to change. It is the big things and the small things, it is what makes the big things small, and small things big. It is the passing of time, the escaping grains of sand in a sand clock, the way the wind blows differently. Travel is beautiful, when the traveler really travels. Beyond all baggage hassles ( it can’t be sold to you in packages or glossy brochures (, it can’t be bought as a plane ticket, it’s not the clothes you wear (, it’s not the things you do, or don’t do, it’s a state of mind. Travel is the intangible experience that makes you realize who you really are.


More on this in my next post,

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