July 1, 2006

  • travel.

    To whom it may concern:

    Whenever I'm lost anywhere, like the supermarket with my parents or the mall with my friends, I can't help but feel like I'm four again.  My eyes would grope for anything familiar and my feet would hesitate before moving, and when they finally do, there is no stopping them until I find something that I recognize and feel secure around.  So it's always strange when I'm in some place completely new, and I wasn't meant to be around people I know.  When the mystery and the novelty of somewhere I've never been before leaves me in awe, everything, somehow, makes me feel secure and safe, as if there is no need for my eyes to search for anything, because they're already found the magic they've been looking for.

    I love travel.

    I want to go to so many places.  I want all of the promises of undescribable journeys that I've made with everyone to really be carried out.  I want to go to Japan in winter, Ireland in the Spring, Las Vegas in summer, and New York in the fall.  I want to go to Uganda and Ethiopia and give them what I have -- all of the things that were long meant to be given away.

    There are silent moments that I need to take a deep breath, and my mind summons the breathtaking images of Half Dome, El Capitan, and Bridalveil Falls, or the smell of walking through the galleria of El Dorado in Las Vegas.  Most of all, the almost subliminal sound of Bono's voice echoes, the music that runs through my mind and fills the heart with soul as I'd stare out the quiet car window at mountains and livestock passing me by, not even knowing that the sight of them changes my life with each second.

    It's soothing beyond belief.

    And as I breathe out, taking myself back to the real world, I feel more alive than ever before in my life.

    Is that really so strange?

    Today's lesson quote: "I was given all of this because I'm supposed to give it all away. I'm working towards that." - Amanda Nethercult

    did i ask for too much?  more than a lot..

    Bye for now.

    P.S. Good morning, July.