I'm not sure how this book escaped my hands for so long, since I've known about it for quite sometime. May be because I might have not truly understood it before my journey. But it's finally here and I'm reading it.
Excerpt from Paulo Coelho's "The Pilgrimage".
“When you travel, you experience, in a very practical way, the act of rebirth. You confront completely new situations, the day passes more slowly, and on most journeys you don’t even understand the language the people speak. So you are like a child just out of the womb. You begin to attach much importance to the things around you because your survival depends upon them. You begin to be more accessible to others because they may be able to help you in difficult situations. And you accept any small favor from the gods with great delight, as if it were an episode you would remember for the rest of your life. At the same time, since all things are new, you see only the beauty in them, and you feel happy to be alive.”
This is it. My feelings put into words. This is how I felt when I traveled.
And now that life seems more settled: steady job, new circle of friends, same restaurants for dinner; I’m realizing...
I miss it!
It’s been less than a year since I got “off” the Road. But now, the Road is calling me again...