"But somehow knowing that your time is limited, makes you enjoy the present moment so much more."
The Mixed Feelings of the Relationship
For nearly six months, I have been on the road. In total, I probably already spent years doing it. Visiting new places and countries. Traveling. The thing I love the most in life. The thing that makes me feel alive and gives me new found energy and gratefulness. Grateful for all the beautiful places and people embedded in this world. But traveling also means constantly having to say goodbye to people and places. And I leave a little bit of my soul and heart every time I say goodbye. But somehow knowing that your time is limited, makes you enjoy the present moment so much more. Knowing that you will never have another day like this, in this company, at this place. It makes it all, that much more intense and valuable.
Traveling. It really knows how to make you speechless. It leaves you breathless. It educates you without the use of books. Instead, you get to feel it on your body, soul and mind. You get to feel the history, the culture and the people. Whether it is by walking down the old streets of Havana, taking a chicken bus in Nicaragua or making your way through the busy life of New Delhi. Whether it is hiking the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu, diving the Blue Hole in Belize or watching the wildlife of the Amazon. Whether it’s watching life unfold at the busy market of Chichicastenango, having a conversation with a Mayan woman on a bus in Mexico or dancing tango in Argentina. Somehow these experiences teach you something about the world that no book can ever match. And somehow staying in one place, means that you have only read the first page of the book.
Traveling. It turns you into a storyteller. You can't help sharing your story about that time when a humpback whale nearly bumped into your kayak in Hawaii, or that time when you got invited on a date by an Argentinian guy who would make you asado in the middle of the wilderness, play his guitar and sing you Spanish love songs for the rest of the day. Or that time in South Africa where you had your first encounter with a great white shark. You can’t stop the flow of stories about that time when you climbed mount Roraima in Venezuela, or that time you went paragliding over the Andes mountains, or that time when you lived on a houseboat in Kerala. These stories become part of you. They become part of your identity and you get to treasure the memories more than any amount of money. Oh, the sweet memories… The memories that bring out an ambivalent feeling of both joy, nostalgia and deprivation.
A Last Odd
Dear traveling, you will forever have my heart. I have been captured since the first time I laid my eyes on you. What we got going on, is a never-ending love story and somehow I will always be yours. You are my love, my rock and my addiction.
Author - Sara Helmark
Traveler and writer with a Masters Degree in Cross-Cultural studies from the University of Copenhagen. In December 2016, I started what has got to be my biggest adventure yet. Everything is sold back home and I got no return ticket nor plans of going home. In other words, the adventure goes on. Follow my big adventure on my travel blog: www.mynewflipside.com
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