She seemed comfortable with the environment and everything that taking place. Her eyes focused and determined but losing her centre once in awhile. And I was already hyped to disappoint my sisters telling me not to start again. Its because I would always bring my sarcastic habit to sprinkle the atmosphere with some jokes. But its not what I say what I meant, what I feel what I do. I have always been the person bringing the deceptive role as much I can. And pursuing my inner character, I asked her. “Why do you travel”. Because I got very interested with an women who takes journey in such conscious and vigour. But the answer came so smooth, all my philosophical and poetry mood were fried and gulped and feeling like an idiot, I said interesting; Not even near. She said. “Do we need a reason for our passion to bolder us”? And I was mortified. Wise man gone. Just like that. But the thing was I was stuck to ensure my thoughts to give an outcome. And I felt I would get my answer from the person we just met during the travel in a hotel, drinking the same tea which felt so soothing which it didn’t at home. See sometimes circumstances matter but you can’t always sum up all your tricks in it. It was a good cold place surrounded by the deafening silence and wrecking whisper of a burning wood. But the heavy breathe that we were circling, made me contemplate so many answers I would give it to myself but still hesitate to put it into a result. Therefore I was always lost to find the answer but the answer of my upcoming questions would always miss me And I was the victim of this propaganda.
Not to think of any thing just to find myself, leaving every attachment that would connect me to myself to remind me who I was..I was always in love with this idea. And maybe I am still. Certainly I am this guy to run without this hesitation that would bring me to my vulnerability. I would run from these people that used to remind me where I came from. Because I knew I must lose myself to find again. I was sure of it. But then after all this event taking place, hating the thing that would attach me to my home, being haughty in travel. I looked again the same path I climbed so blindly. Yes, after my shoes torn, my breath without tranquil air, my eyes losing the desperation of excavation of new belief. I was homesick again. A need to return, a remedy of reminder to where I belong. And so I thought I would return and I will ask. Will you travel again. And at the time of my lacking inspiration where my heavy bones draining my soul. It was “no”. But the irony part is I am with the same spirit desperate to leave this place again and excavate another depth of nature. And maybe all that matters is that where we are, what are we doing, how we are doing and what should we be carrying during this journey, What knowledge. Because to make this valuable search, knowledge is the only thing to extract. Destination is just an allibi for our knowledge on periphery. Destination is not an absolute achievement.
Maybe we don’t need reasons to set our self to nature. But the thing that matters is what after the travel. What have we found.. What knowledge are you going to share..