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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