Why we travel
Somewhere, somehow, for some reason; we travel.
We seek the awe of monuments from ages past, and bask in the hustle, bustle, and hope of the cities of tomorrow. As we discover the size of the world at large, we realize the sanctity of the tiny place we call home. And when we're lucky we ingest the wisdom of the seasoned, and reflect the playful glee of the young.
We search for those single fleeting moments when hearts connect, and then realize we'll remember it forever. We travel to gaze the vast open sea, looking out and asking, what, exactly, is the key to unlocking the confines of a closed mind?
Sometimes we go seeking the Truth of it all, to "see it ourselves," only to realize how many of our own lies we brought along. So we carry on, our bags light but our loads heavy in responsibility; armed yourself with a pen, can you really disarm another?
The short term relationship ends with the long distance train, just as the bright golden rays arrive to illuminate the gloom of departure. Had we not just found ourselves lost in the rain?
Together we left, but separately we continue on. Million-dollar smiles greet you from poverty-stricken curbs, unknown strangers sharing knowing nods; we can do this. You went to inspire, but it all comes back with you.
This Song is over. The party's dead. Let's go to the Hills.