I met an American girl during my trip to Japan. She had been travelling around for the last 4 years. Indeed her American passport made her life easier but wen I asked her how she decided ‘where next’, she said: I randomly get down at the stations and then explore the area around. This sounded dumb but exciting at the same time…playing with uncertainties. She travelled all across Europe and now was in Asia for over 2 years now.
My first impression about such people generally was: Dude, you are running away from their life.
And, after running away from myself for years, now I can definitely say that the only way to find yourself is when you allow yourself to get lost in the first place.
There are different things that motivate people. Some people are motivated by beauty- of nature, of beings; to some, cultures provides the inspiration and to many, money.
I think I have lived across a lot of these phases, after I realized that the recurring theme of my life has been: “Curiosity”.
Curiosity to do things I have never done, to see how things work, to explore what lies on the other side of the river and curiosity to see if I’ll be curious forever.
Curiosity keeps me going. Ask yourself- what keeps you going? And, explore it in all layers.
Now, when I am 30+ and less greedy and more confident in my skin than I have ever been, the thought that half of my live is actually over (Life expectancy of an Indian female is 68.35 years) urges me to make the most out of it. Curiosity + less time available= More curiosity.
One of the biggest fallacies I realized about life is about a beautifully (peacefully) planned and lived life. I feel predictability is a silent killer. I always thought I loved perfect plans. And look at my life: Life made sure I never fall into a trap of my own plans so kept blasting it in weirder ways.
In a few years time, I’ll be 40 – that used to be my benchmark for calling somebody ‘old’, and I’ll reach that that before I know.
Unless I put myself out into the dark, I am not going to see any supernova. Until I am in the usual comfort that I am used to be in I’ll not see what lies beyond.
So, here is my challenge: I will see half of the world that God has created before I turn 40.
Caveat being- not that I'll die or get arrested, but that the world I wish to see will not last forever.
I want to see the world before countries destroy each other. The notorious dictators and evil leaders are on their spree to destroy histories. And, am not too hopeful.
Look at what they did to Damascus/ Aleppo. Can I think of going to Baghdad now? All those stories about Kabul have been buried forever now.
So, I need to hurry up- I don't have forever, and the world won’t last as long as we presume it to be.
And the challenge for you is: find out- what moves you, what shakes you and what keeps you going.
(Believe me, you’ll get three answers. Feel free to share)
Ukuhamba Kukubona.
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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
People say when you're younger you're carefree, adventurous and wilder, ready to do 'crazy' stuff, risking to do anything that comes to mind; however, I look back at my life and ask myself...'do I have real adventurous stories, wild and 'crazy' story to tell my kids or even my grand-children some day when my hair is all gray and I can't even lift 5kilo weight? So for the rest of the life ahead of me, I'm walking away from my comfort zone and head where the wind blows!!
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ReplyDeleteIntending to lose my way, I hit the road-
For long I remained bewitched by the riddles posed by the straight road!
For long I remained shackled to the rules and regulations,
For long I remained unable to find my way among the known
Now I want to wander among the unknown to find myself
[From a song in Bengali]
It is said that Columbus remains the greatest traveller of them all – he did not know where he was going, on reaching did not know where he was, on returning could not say where he had been and all these he did with borrowed money.
A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from. -Lin Yutang.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour - William Blake
Satyajit Ray, then aged about 5-6 years, meet Rabindranath Tagore. Ray gave his autograph book to the poet.
What the poet wrote (in Bengali) can be loosely translates as-
Over a long period of time: I wandered miles n miles,
I spent oodles of cash to travel far and wide-
To see mountain ranges and oceans.
I neglected to see what lay -
Just two steps from my home:
A drop of dew on a sheaf of paddy!