The mind is a vast place. And while traveling for over a year alone, I realized I had given mine a fence to wander about in on regular days before all of this. But like a dog out of a yard and a girl out of her country to explore the rest, my mind is as big and vast and explorable as this world itself. Silence and loneliness became my friend and I thought a lot. About everything. I think I thought more in those 13 months than in my entire life combined. And in those moments of solitude, true clarity comes.
I’ ve always been fascinated by the way human lives intertwine, crossing paths and then spiraling out into different directions, some never to be seen again, and the way we effect each other. Especially traveling and doing it alone, you are constantly out of your comfort zone and talking to strangers along the way. There are so many people who have changed my life and journey in small and large ways. So many of them I will never see again, some of them whose names I never learned and others whose memory is indelibly marked into my memory forever.
There is a way that you bond with other travelers so quickly and deeply that is unparalleled by normal life circumstances. Knowing that your time is limited together, all small talk is eliminated and you are able to comfortably open up with these people in such a raw and honest way, leaving a piece of yourself with each other to take with them when you leave, knowing that you will most likely never see each other again. I like to imagine my path around the world as a map with interconnecting people that web off into different areas and life. As if I were a puffy white dandelion floating along the breeze, leaving seeds behind everywhere I go, a gypsy passing through who comes crashing in on tambourines, leaving the echo of her music behind.
I’ ve always been fascinated by the way human lives intertwine, crossing paths and then spiraling out into different directions, some never to be seen again, and the way we effect each other.
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