Culture and Travel
BY ZHAN RUOJIE
I sometimes ask myself, what is the meaning of traveling?
I visit new places through traveling, places that are memora-
ble, with unexpected coincidences.
The path I have stepped on becomes meaningful, I carve the
memory of what I saw in my brain and I cannot forget it
easily because of the uniqueness and value I regard traveling.
The romantic palaces, the coffee cups for breakfast
But I left in the very end, never coming back again.
Those are the places that I could just go once in my life.
I love traveling to places but I cannot completely concentrate
myself into it because I deeply know that, I am going to leave
anyway.
I encounter people, men and women, boys and girls, not even
knowing their names, ages and personalities. I talked to them,
everything I could think of.
I cannot love people I meet, I cannot dive into them, I cannot
devote myself into it.
Because traveling is a matter of separation.
Saying goodbye to everything.
I torture from the separation. But this is the truth of traveling.
Do I suffer from it? Yes, of course.
But I still go for traveling and meet people cuz life itself is
separation.