I realized the importance of freedom today when my father told me that this would be my last tour ever.
The freedom isn’t merely the freedom to roam around the planet or to meet new people, the freedom isn’t merely to pack your bags and just leave your home behind with all the tensions.
For me, travel is like to have the freedom from all the prejudices that keep accumulating in my mind when I don’t get to move myself and literally shake cobwebs off my thoughts. When I feel that the world has shrunken suddenly, I get scared. Scared for the loss of missing out on the diversity it has to offer.
FOMO? Probably! But travel also lets me think of the world as a bigger and a better place. It lets me feel the whole space as one big family where I can opt to meet anyone and go anywhere to at least have a change in my own everyday emotions and accept the fact boundaries just exist on papers and documents.
I don’t think I will be the same ever again, now since the wanderlust bug has bitten me. I just want to keep exploring the uncharted territories. There is this unusual and unsettling sense which creeps in my mind whenever I visit a new place maybe because it doesn’t demand promises or expectations from anyone. Its nature is not permanence. Every place is constantly evolving and that’s what I love about travel. To see places, evolve or change in a good way, to see their new faces, to get surprised by the uncertainty.
It’s this sense of de-emotional detachment, a new age thing apparently.
I always had the habit of keeping things close to me as if I am their protective godmother. For travel, it is just the opposite. I leave things I love often now.
It is important for their growth, for my growth. This time I am enjoying the process without getting way too serious which often ends up making me sad if things don’t work out the way I aspire them to be. Now its all about learning with the process. Travel has given me the freedom of mind.