Traveling to a place we’ve always wanted to explore is an enriching experience. A planned trip is a journey whose destination we surely know. But it brings me immense cognitive joy to think about the place I might end up at, knowing absolutely nothing prior to reaching there. Knowing that whichever place it would be, it will be different from where I really am, or maybe it would be the same place. But the curiosity and the thrill of travelling will make it worth it.
An
unbridled lust, to explore different parts of the world, to meet new people, to
learn to live, to fall in love with all of it, is now what has taken over my
bucket list.
In
the past twenty-one years, I must have traveled as many places as I could
count on my fingertips. Therefore, I would not call myself a traveler and
neither have I been a tourist in another country. But, it would be absurd of me
to not have a list of places I would love to visit and explore. Therefore, I do
have a quite vague list that I started making since when I was in 8th grade. Funnily it started off with Las Vegas, and to be precise the destination
was supposed to be the Miami Space Club. I know, it sounds very outlandish for
an 8th grader, but that’s how far-fetched our ideas used to be. The
list goes on to experiencing drinking champagne in Venice and ends somewhere at
going to watch the Northern lights, or visiting the Deception Island in Antarctica. The list could go on and on,
depending on the amount of obscure facts I could gather about a place.
There
is something utterly romantic and heavenly about travelling, no, scratch that,
travelling can’t be contained in a few lovely adjectives because it is mired in
several different adjectives. When we travel, along with exploring myriads of
paths and places, we also explore ourselves; our limitations, our strengths,
our fears, our open-mindedness, our temperament. Travelling for me is indeed self-exploration
in its truest sense.
I
have dreamed, and I have imagined, of innumerable events taking place in a
disjunctive world that holds no relation with reality. I have dreamed of
walking in the streets, brushing past strangers, with a sense of belongingness.
And at times, I have felt my heart beating out of my chest, and felt the rush
of blood from falling deep into the ocean. And it’s all part of the adventure,
of travelling to a different place, and therefore #TheBlindList, sounds
tempting. It would be a glorious experience, to fall in love with the world, to
experience everything to its extreme; all without knowing where you’re going to
end up at. Moreover, it would be a life lesson in disguise, quite literally!
Even
if I end up at the same place where I’m at, give me a few new directions which
lead up to where I am, if perception is all I’ll gain, I’m happy with it. I’m
the one who purports not to follow blindly, and I purport to be rebellious. Ironically,
a blind destination will soothe my conscience and feed my rebellious nature,
even though I’ll be following blindly, a path not known to me before.
A
misadventure onto the barren land, onto a mysterious cobbled street, and a voyage
into the uncharted seas- the blind list could entail only this vast expanse
filled with adventure, filled only with what is unpredictable.
My
eyes gleam, my head is full of dreams of such shades of skies which I’ve never
witnessed before. I am walking upwards, defeating gravity. I’m floating on the
land, flying over oceans, exploring possibilities and visiting places; where
the air is a bit cooler, where the trees are a bit taller and where the dreams
are much bigger.
The
sea is spreading its wings before me,
The
eyes, they cling to the skies,
The
blue amalgamates to orange,
As
the sun sets in paradise,
The
air gets warmer,
As
the fire emulates the stars of the night,
Back
home the skies are formulating,
As
I fall in love with the world tonight.
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The wings to my words-
