If anything than chocolate and travelling are my true addictions, symptoms are clear to everyone. To my dentist most for what it has to do with chocolate and to my dearest for the travelling. Damn, I can't stay long in one place without getting a serious case of abstinence. It gets me even as far as to think I'm mentally too unstable for the real world. Mood swings, asocial behaviour, the almost physical pain and the need to hurt myself or just finish it all. Beautiful village life, nature, silent nights with stary sky, no obligation but to eat, drink, and take care that your plants and animals do the same. Add to that hot summers, when you even kiss your hobbies goodbye, because it's just too hot to think, what else to move.
All of us, travellers, have this special need for discovering the unknown, the beauties behind the borders of states and those in our minds. We live in constant search for new awe ..... We can not get trapped in one place because the beauty of it stands on it's past, present and future that we can't get a look in when only passing by. We get so touched by the little things like listening to heart breaking sound of guitar of a homeless guy behind the corner, knowing his story, thinking about his plausible future, might just be the trigger that would crack us.
It doesn't mean we can simply ignore all those stories of past, all those moments to come, nor does it mean that we're able to always see the actual present (ki se odpira) before our eyes. Sometimes, when our minds stop a little on one little moment, we get to feel the full strenght of hapiness, sadness or devotion. Sometimes it's too much.
We're cowards, we want to see it all, we know there's no place like home, but we know there's something amazing just around the corner. We're afraid of missing the next awesome thing that might happen to us, and we're even more afraid to let this person right here, right next to us, to hurt us as much as we know they can. So we go, and we run. And when we stop, we get really confused, because looking from a standstill the view is completely different.
I love coming back to my start position, my home, but a standstill here also gets the closest to me. So I guess I always swear more when I'm back home, and I'm bitchy, and even have silent treatments that can take forever. Dear god, at home I even take the time to kill those innocent but hell of an annoying flies and other types of bugs.
So, at the age of 26, am I correct if I say that home gets the worst out of me and that that's completely normal? That if/when one day I find a place I would want to make my new home, travelling will go from lifestyle to hobby and my kids are gonna be whining about how I get the worst out of them?
Nah, I don't see any conection or sense in what I'm saying anymore! That could be just because of another mood swing that happened somewhere during the writing of this post. But hey - that's fine, because mood swings are completely normal for women, according to Cosmo! ;)
So I guess what I'm saying is, travelling's awesome but it fucks you up a little or just as much as any other drug that gets control over you.
All of us, travellers, have this special need for discovering the unknown, the beauties behind the borders of states and those in our minds. We live in constant search for new awe ..... We can not get trapped in one place because the beauty of it stands on it's past, present and future that we can't get a look in when only passing by. We get so touched by the little things like listening to heart breaking sound of guitar of a homeless guy behind the corner, knowing his story, thinking about his plausible future, might just be the trigger that would crack us.
It doesn't mean we can simply ignore all those stories of past, all those moments to come, nor does it mean that we're able to always see the actual present (ki se odpira) before our eyes. Sometimes, when our minds stop a little on one little moment, we get to feel the full strenght of hapiness, sadness or devotion. Sometimes it's too much.
We're cowards, we want to see it all, we know there's no place like home, but we know there's something amazing just around the corner. We're afraid of missing the next awesome thing that might happen to us, and we're even more afraid to let this person right here, right next to us, to hurt us as much as we know they can. So we go, and we run. And when we stop, we get really confused, because looking from a standstill the view is completely different.
I love coming back to my start position, my home, but a standstill here also gets the closest to me. So I guess I always swear more when I'm back home, and I'm bitchy, and even have silent treatments that can take forever. Dear god, at home I even take the time to kill those innocent but hell of an annoying flies and other types of bugs.
So, at the age of 26, am I correct if I say that home gets the worst out of me and that that's completely normal? That if/when one day I find a place I would want to make my new home, travelling will go from lifestyle to hobby and my kids are gonna be whining about how I get the worst out of them?
Nah, I don't see any conection or sense in what I'm saying anymore! That could be just because of another mood swing that happened somewhere during the writing of this post. But hey - that's fine, because mood swings are completely normal for women, according to Cosmo! ;)
So I guess what I'm saying is, travelling's awesome but it fucks you up a little or just as much as any other drug that gets control over you.
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