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Why Am I Always On Move

Man is an insatiable being. And I am just one of a kind.

Counting on the last few hours of my stay with a beautiful family in Rome (that was my home for almost 2 weeks) as I sat down to ponder upon a question I was asked, at the dinner table half an hour ago, I wonder why I move so frequently.

I mean why is it when other people around me are busy sorting their lives and raising families, I act like a clueless nomad. A person who hasn’t experienced the comfort of a permanent dwelling as he grew up to be a man.

Why am I so restless, so unsatisfied, and bitten by the idea of ceaseless traveling?

The Joy In What’s Fleeting

When I ponder upon the reasons of my unquenchable travel thirst, I realize that I am always on the move because I am looking for a world with no flaws, where harmony only reigns, a Shangri-la (if you’d like to put it that way) that perhaps does not exist at all. Yet I’m seeking it, and in the process, I am enjoying every day getting hooked to the moments and the people I meet. And those people and moments are my sources of energy and of continuous learning.

I like the idea of waking up to for a better morning, leaving places I’ve been to and people I’ve met, behind, and moving to An Unknown Next: a dream world where the people are the kindest, the weather is perfect, and every breath is as aromatic as the first rain.

And until I don’t find that (I am not sure if I ever will!) I will stay footloose, because if nothing else, I find the joy in what’s fleeting as the best of all joys. Though some may find it as a symptom of irresponsibility, or of running away from the bigger picture in life, I see it as moments of possibilities.

If I don’t like a place, or even if I do, I like the idea of leaving it behind and finding a more perfect, or an equally beautiful version of it, somewhere else!

Home Is Where You Put Your Hat

And then again, as the saying goes ‘Home Is Where You Put Your Hat’, a home is after all not a place you were born. Home is, for me, where the heart is.

Two weeks ago, my home was the beautiful neighborhood of Zurich, and it felt more familiar, at least for the moment, than the confusing suburbs in Delhi that I’ve grown up watching, or the far-out corners of Himalayas — where I often find myself while escaping the world.

I don’t believe in losing things behind, and I don’t believe in a loss. Because I think that loss is as much in the eye of the beholder, as is the beauty. And as the story of what Miraculous Tooth Brings Home goes, truth sometimes exists less in what’s outside of us than what we make of it. So I claim every place my home, as long as I feel the ground under my feet, and find a few happy faces, at the dinner table, to speak with. I go whichever way the wind takes me to.

New Friends Are The Biggest Of All Assets

Alright, before I say something, I would like to confess that I am really bad at making new friends. As an introvert, of a different kind, I find it tougher than you can imagine to continue a conversation for a long time or even going beyond the usual banalities of a conversation.

But that doesn’t mean I do not admire the importance of making new friends or that I cannot make friends. Making friends and building relations have always been my biggest source of inspiration. I meet someone new and I try to adapt the goodness in them, into me.

And no, don’t get me wrong as a humble, inspiring person. Not yet, at least. I am just another selfish soul out there seeking a bond out there and spreading the light of companionship only to seek personal gains in the end. Because no matter what I say, in the end, the man is an insatiable selfish animal, and I am just one of a kind.

Further Reading: Why I Travel Solo | The Joy Of Slow Travel

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Shortly after my first real nine-to-five job, I left that lifestyle behind, and with it, everything that didn't fit in my backpack. I've learned that this world is too big (and too interesting!) to stay in one place. I believe that with a little courage and inspiration, everyone has the power to follow their dreams. Just as I've followed mine!

8 Comments

  1. I always enjoy reading your blogs. You visit the most interesting places and take such beautiful pictures. Thanks for sharing.

    • Cheers Alokia, appreciate your inspiring comment. Afterall that’s what a writer wants right?… A little appreciation!
      But just for your information, this story doesn’t depict my writing style. Actually, I don’t have one. It all depends on how I was feeling in the moment 😉 Happy travels!

  2. This is your best post so far. Very poetic and I loved it. Keep traveling mate. Home for me for after 2 weeks would be Hoi An, Vietnam. Been here for 10 days and leaving tomorrow but love it so much that I will return here.

    • Thanks Harish, glad you gave it a read and liked it. And Hanoi is beautiful I’ve heard. The best part about the city (and the country at large) is its people. Have a good time.

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