‚I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong there.
I don’t belong to one place..
I’m a w a n d e r e r -
I belong to the world.’
(The wanderer / vikings)
During the last years travelling got pretty hipp.
‚What..? you haven’t been there- oh.my.god. - it’s sooo beautiful. You have to go!
Uhh and have you been there..? NO? You gotta go!’
It seems to be a spreading lifestyle, for people who can afford it.
But more and more it seems as if ‚to travel’ has become a competition, in which we started to collect destinations – like precious jewelery we grace ourselves with.
We get so busy counting miles, that once we are in one place we already plan the next trip. We race through places without feeling their vibes, learning about their history, talk to their people or really appreaciating their cultures. We rush through the world and think we are pretty openminded and know how it is .. everywhere.
Sure, because our been-there-done-that-checklist said so.
Of course it’s not always like this.
But I think, sometimes is times enough.
And often is far to much.
Funnily, Nobody would consider themselves doing that. Right?
But, guess what, I did too.
Going somewhere, because everybody was.
Doing something because it’s hipp.
And I think it’s perfectly ok to do so –
Until we get a w a r e about the fact, that travelling gives us so much more, than just destinations, cool postcards or forced adventures to tell everyone about.
When I realized what I am missing by just
t r a v e l l i n g –
I stopped gratefully and started
w a n d e r i n g .
And once I did that,
e v e r y s t e p became a journey.
Wandering implies so much more than sightseeing or beachhopping.
Wandering gives you what you didn’t know you were looking for.
Wandering frees you from expectations.
Wandering obviates all destinations.
Wandering honores the very path.
Wandering takes out fast pace.
Wandering overcomes rush.
Wandering is awareness.
It’s not a lifestyle,
It’s an attitude.
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound