“People travel to faraway places to watch, in fascination, the kind of people they ignore at home.” – Dagobert D. Runes
What makes us travel? Why do we leave our safe and known place to reach a place we know so little about? Why do we love the journey more than the actual destination? Why do we choose to climb a scary mountain or bike a dusty trail and not remain in this cozy, comfortable place a city gives us? What is it that attracts us to this lack of comfort? The answer is “I don’t know”.
I don’t think we’re born with this desire, but we become addicted after our first contact with adventure. We don’t know the people we’re going to meet, nor the places we’re going to see, but as the day we leave get’s closer, a nice feeling of freedom starts to envelop us.
We choose to wander on streets where people don’t speak our language rather than staying in the nice and cozy place we’re familiar to.
There are places in which you get to be alone, and places in which it all happens so fast you lose track of days. You have friends that make you go out and sometimes you go out to get away from your friends. There are no rules. The only reliable feeling is a nice little dose of mistery. The moment you leave, your whole world becomes the moment Even if you leave for a day, your new reality will be the place you’re in and your only obligations will be the ones dictated by your trip. Your only tasks are the ones you set for the day, independent of your “real” life. Traveling is like a real trip inside an imaginary world, a real life dream. And it remains a dream, as long as you wake up from time to time.
Some people dream a couple times a year and some people dream for years. They look at getting back to reality as a brief pause between dreams. Unfortunately, there are people that dream only once in a long time, some not at all.
The happiness you get is the same, regardless of the dream you choose to have. Whether you’re on a dangerous mountain, literally hanging by a piece of rope or you’re walking on a city street or even whether you choose a different road to get to work, just to see another place, the happiness you get is the same. You replace the “what if” you’ve had in your mind with a the “what if” you see, and you realise that there’s no greater feeling than the one of being a visitor at home, in your day-to-day life.
“There are no foreign lands. It is the traveller only who is foreign.” – R. Stevenson
Travellers always have something in common and can communicate regardless of their spoken language. They do not travel just to get somewhere and they don’t travel to check a list. They do not judge, because the places they see aren’t meant to make them happy, but they are meant to please the people that live there.
Travellers always dream of starting another journey, whenever it may be.