I step off the airplane,
A routine I’ve come to love
But this time, it’s to a country
That I know
All too well.
My memories play like a movie reel, my emotions burn inside more than ever before.
Have I woken up from a dream, where I floated through time and space indefinitely?
Where I soared over mountains, kissed the moon, and melted into the blend of color in big cities,
With nothing to fear except the prospect of falling into repetition.
It’s this repetition
Where the sun rises exactly where it should, and the leaves change color when they’re meant to.
When conversations are expected, the topics predetermined.
Where there’s comfort.
It’s this repetition,
This confinement of being that consumes and never gives
That I avoid
I relish in the unknown,
The days of excitement and apprehension,
Where each ticking hour is left blank like a canvas, waiting to be splashed with the rainbow colors of my soul.
It’s here where the word sleep has no meaning, as its probability is split down the middle,
I don’t know where I’m going to be, what town I’m going to end up in.
It’s here where the idea of transportation is a means of getting from point A to point B,
Where the experiences of riding buses and trains become stories in and of themselves.
Happiness is all around me,
My soul is full as I gain a new knowledge and perspective of cultures and countries
Without the biased opinions of the naive
Of the News
Of the media.
The days sparkle and the nights glisten,
The clouds dance with my soul as I follow them through the world,
Their path as undetermined as mine.
They go where the wind takes them,
As do I.
It’s where cleanliness is a state of being, not a necessity,
Where the fine line between loneliness and being alone is drawn in thick black ink.
Where I dance on my toes, always aware, always observing, always watching,
The hustle is real, my senses are on fire.
It’s where I learn that people who have nothing have found the secret to happiness
While those who have it all
Are empty inside, facing forward to look for the light
While it shines behind them.
When I live to explore, find exhilaration in the unknown,
I break the barrier that surrounds me like a gray, decaying wall
That holds me in with the dust and promise of rot.
Because when I find this energy,
I erupt into pigments of liveliness,
Backpacking solo through Asia and Oceania for two years has given me courage, stimulated my mind with knowledge of different cultures, and allowed me to flourish in ways I never thought I would. It threw me into situations where I had to think on my feet, put me through mentally and physically exhausting, yet rewarding, adventures, and taught me a lot about myself and how I react in different situations.
I sit here and try to wrap my head around everything I’ve seen and done. The beautiful souls I met and and made connections with was what made my journey as remarkable as it was. I learned that as long as you’re with beautiful people who allow you to dig your roots and thrive, the environment around you is merely a place to exist. The place is not nearly as important as the people who surround you.
I experienced how selfless people can be, how welcoming locals can be, and how easy it is to submerge myself into a completely new country I’ve never been to.
I saw both sides of the spectrum in so many different scenarios. I learned how far a simple smile can go; how far a simple wave. I learned to trust my instinct and how to take care of myself when I am completely alone in a foreign country.
The lessons learned and experiences I had are ones with numerous layers, some vibrant and sparkling, while others listless. But with every low there is a high, one cannot happen without the other. We cannot experience the sun without the moon, the warmth without the cold.
The romances and heartbreaks, the physical exhaustion and tears of accomplishment, the joys and the mishaps, and the undying love for countries that have my heart forever, have all blended together like the colors of a sunset to form one long narrative, one I will tell time and time again.
This journey, documented through pictures, words, and emotions, is one I carry with me around my heart, one that is wrapped around my soul, one that tied one portion of a knot- a knot that is never fully closed. The knot that has many layers, each a certain thickness that keeps growing, with a hunger that is never fully satisfied…
Which is why I’m getting ready for my next journey, a journey that will take me back to Asia in search of a more in depth discovery of everything around me. One I am going to share with you (my readers!) every step of the way, in hopes of showing you what this beautiful world has to offer.