Sunday 7 July 2013

The Traveller

Some people have no desire to venture out of their city. Some people have no desire to venture out of their daily routines. And some people are stuck missing out on all of the amazing things life has in store for them on the other side of their front door. But occasionally you come a cross a person who only strives to see the entire world before they die. They dream of travelling to every nook and cranny that this world has to offer, and then searching for more once they have discovered them all.
 
These people are the travellers, the adventurers, the cultured human beings. They seek not to live in one corner of the world but to have bits of their soul to inhabit the places they have been, and the people that their lives have touched. Travellers are willing to encounter uncomfortable situations because they understand that life begins at the end of their comfort zone. They do not wait for life to come knocking on their door, telling them to get up and seize the day. They go out and search for life in good friends, new places, and excellent food.
 
Travellers are the old men sitting in desolate corners of the world sharing their tales of adventure and despair that seem so far fetched to be true. But they are, and when you come across this kind of traveller stop and listen because somewhere in his stories there are things that could change your world.
 
Travellers enter a country as complete strangers. But as the days go by, and life long connections are made the traveller will leave now as a friend, an ally, a native. That will undoubtedly come back one day, only to be a different person once again, wielding those stories of adventure.
 
And as the travellers turn old and grey they might settle down, or they might keep going. But to quote J.K. Rowling, "and then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life" knowing that they have made the most out of this one, and that death is simply another adventure.
 
Whoever once said that life begins at retirement is wrong. Life begins when you want it too. Life begins when you step past the front door, past your comfort zone, and past the part of the world that you called home. Life happens when you are a traveller.