It’s been too long since I’ve waded in only to discover a bottomless drop-off or jumped in feet first to discover a shallow bottom. Safe and consistent has become completely expected and the unexpected, well, completely unexpected.
Don’t get me wrong. Some incredibly wonderful and unexpected things have happened in the last year and for those things I’m very grateful. And those unexpected things have turned my life in an entirely unexpected direction altogether.
But travelling is a different itch I gotta scratch sometimes. I need to feel the fear of rippping through crowded streets in a cab wondering where the driver is taking me and how much I’m being taken for, and dammit I’m not wearing a seatbelt either.
And it’s been too long since I’ve walked with fellow travellers, each in their own way looking for a tiny piece of wonderment, discovery, perspective, trying to connect to their destination and disconnect from where they’ve come. 100 million bottles washed up on the shore.
The only things we can truly own are our experiences.
