I like the idea of travelling. Travelling in the sense of mind; opening your heart for new things, accepting new ideas. Sometimes opening a book can make you travel the whole universe. Sometimes taking a walk in the park can make you realise how much there is offered right in front of you. I don't want to die knowing that I knew so little of the things around me, knowing that I missed so much while living. I want to read lots and lots of books, writings. I want to feel other people's experience through their writing. I don't care if it's fictional or non-fiction. Every story written is another person's journey in their mind, and I want to go through the same journey they've been through. I don't want to be left not knowing all the feelings they felt just because I've never been through them. People exaggerate in writings. Yes, they do. That is the point. There are times in life where we exaggerate things to make it seem more surreal because the emotions can't be described with just simple explanation.
I want to walk on lands where people have walked on. I want to see the things they've seen, hold the things they've held, breath the air they've breathed. I want their passion. I want to see things from their point of view. How complicated their mind was, how abstract things were around them. I want to feel their presence. Yes, not everything is always so pretty or happy, but there was once a time when it was pretty and there were happiness from laughters and joy of the people who were there before me. And I want to be there. To find out how it was going through all the struggle, going through all the enchantment they went through.
I don't want to die knowing that I have gone through so little. There are so much more to be discovered. I want to know a lot. I want to feel a lot. I want to get my head off things that are not even there and fill it with things that are at present or that were once real. I want to travel.
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