People often dm me asking how to have a lifestyle i have now. but be afraid of your desires, they may come true.
i’ve started traveling 10 years ago. more than 5 years ago i flew to africa for 3 months but never came back. since may 2017 i haven’t spent more than one month in one place: 16 countries (some of them twice), g-d knows how many cities and hotel rooms. during this time i lost all my connections in all the places i considered to be my home. sometimes i feel no strength to keep going.
traveling is a brutality. it forces you to be lonely, to start being truly honest with yourself, to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. you are constantly off balance. nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it. at some point you stop feeling the ground, you begin to exist in the universe that is in parallel to this real world where there is no place for you any more, your everyday experience turns into a big number of short stories, chapters, your life - into a virtual book you can not stop writing as you go.
yes, wandering is the oldest genre in literature. but wandering is important only when it becomes a metaphor, the main occupation of the main character, as in the case of the odyssey and in the parody of the odyssey - in dead souls and the story of chichikov's epic travels. but the problem is that this journey can never end. the character can not come anywhere. in other cases the number of journeys and their range is not that important, much more important is - their quality, and that in the long run the main journey is carried out deep within yourself.
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