the irresistibility of wanderlust, revisited

It’s both a strange and beautiful thing when you’re left alone with your thoughts. Breathe in, breathe out; what am I thinking? My type of meditation session.

I’m appreciative of everything I have and where I am now. But always a part of me yearns to step out of this comfort of the suburban/mini-metro bubble. I’m restless – I’ve come to terms with that – in that I tire too easily of what I know. I need challenge. I crave it. I want adventure!

I want to see the world. Need to.

I sometimes wish I could just sell all my worldly things and just pack a chestful of bikinis and books and sail around the world. With a lover, a best friend. Imagine – to just leave behind this life of convention and materialism, and just live. Experience. Feed the soul by removing ourselves from all the stress and destructiveness of the world.

I’m a bit of a hippie at heart. A Buddhist by philosophy. A lover. A romantic. No one would gather that from me at first glance, but here I a, loving the idea of love. Freedom. Truth. Beauty. Love. Cheesily quoted from Moulin Rouge! but no other words descrive my philosophy – the philosophy of the bohemian world. I’m practical,  yes, but while I think with my mind, I follow my heart. I believe in love. The real thing, far removed from the commercialized ideal. Love of learning, of life, of family, of friends.

“Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone.”

– Leo Tolstoy

I vote love to be the new universal religion. That is the very thing that gives us strength, hope, unity, and peace of mind.

Happy Friday. x

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