lonelyplanet.com is like the online edition of the new testament. awe-inspiring to those who speak the vernacular. tantilizing. exciting. over the last 6 months, i have thought about my faith. a lot. and i have come to a single conclusion. my religion is travel. have i written about this before? my faith is movement, experiencing beauty and holding moments like shimmering rubies in my palms. my faith grows not in sitting, but moving. the unbelievable, surprising genosity of strangers. the caring nature of the woman i met in varkala who so perfectly spoke to my fears about twentysomething decisions. it's nothing short of miraculous, the human connection drawn between people in the world. and it gives me far more hope than any form of organized religion i have dabbled in. i guess i'm on the road to find out.
could i be any more of a contradiction, simultaneously working to grope at everything around me and planning gigantic changes? bouncing back and forth...
i wish i would have been a gymast as a kid. maybe that way, i would have been able to walk the balance beam with my eyes closed. balance, consistency, sustainabity befuddle me. how can passion fuel enough energy to delve into multiple pursuits simultaneously? how can i effectively live in the moment? and then, after bouncing like a ping pong ball between polar opposites, how can i find the balance, hovering over the net, stabilized somewhere in the middle? it's like roping a wild mustang to stand still. loving it all... holding it and letting it go... thennownext...
maybe it's in the acceptance of the movement. the motion. yeah. alright. glad i figured that out.
to summarize. plan: roadtrip.
destination: wherever.
possibly: bhutan, tibet, india, china, nepal, ghana, morocco, turkey, serbia, spain.
objective: walk on a balance beam with my eyes closed.
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