Why do you travel? The most frequent yet the most difficult question to be answered. The majority of the times I just get away with a “why not?”, but I guess you are expecting me to elaborate a bit more here.
There are a million reasons I could present to justify the why behind my current lifestyle. A inner sense of restlessness every time life gets too comfortable, a curiosity for the new and the unknown that little by little becomes an urge hard to control; how refreshing it is to have the possibility of reinventing myself in each context, each given society, each given cultures, without ever losing my core identity; now many breathtaking things to be done and seen are out there; the endless ability the World’s has to always be able to surprise you just one more time… time and time again. Well, with these or many other answers I wouldn’t be lying to you. But neither would I be telling you the truth.
The truth is, no matter having a million reasons telling me to go, the central reason I do so, the one giving the meaning to it all, that is something I never know before hand. Neither look for. It will just hit me somewhere along the way. Because no matter how much you plan, how much you try to understand things before hand, when you are looking for the new you never know what you will get. The only preparation is to make yourself open and ready to make the best of whatever comes. More than a search for answers, it is, at least at first, a search for the right questions.
But besides all that, let’s face it the World is an immense place, one with a dimension which can only be perceived once you try to embrace it all. How lucky does one has to consider itself to believe he/she was born exactly in the place where he/she is supposed to spend the rest of its life?
