Moving from room to room. Eradicating the boundaries made by the human race. Living and breathing. Wondering and wandering.
Humans Walk for Pleasure, Do Animals?
Movement is a living desire, need, and thrill. Travel is a curiosity, excitement, and learning. What did I think I'd get from my Moroccan adventure? Time to think: an understanding of my own endurance, my aspirations to be a better human fulfilled, to see new cultures and meet new people. We become familiar with the routine and protocol of adventure. Yet the essence of the inside remains. Ego can grow. Insecurity can flow. Did I get what I wanted to know? The idea of being human is perhaps just an idea, an idea that continuously elaborates and builds. Does it really take us closer to God? For that matter is God just an idea too. So what is it all for? Living and moving feels good, but why? Maybe we shall never know, until we pass beyond. Maybe we won't care what really went on during our human lives. You may think a person limited for not seeing the world, but how do we know we are right? Some people travel deeper in their own minds than they do on land. We are surrounded by space, but what makes it special over there or right here? Is it the ego? Is it the desire to be seen as great. Thinking we become wiser by seeing a new point of view or way of life can perhaps make us know less. Why do I want to know? Do I feel inferior? Do I feel? Do I need meaning? I've been to so many places and come back the same man. People die young and never get the opportunity. Does that make them any less? I would say no! Therefore exterior achievements do not matter in the scheme of existence. Read and decipher and let it all go. Return and carry on with the world we have created together.