Because Life… is a Journey

I have an old backpack that holds the memories I gather along the road during my travels. My journey has a purpose—to discover what life truly is. Sometimes it’s exhausting, and at other times, it’s filled with joy. I’ve traveled many paths, and my old backpack and worn-out shoes have started to wear out. Despite their wear and tear, the old backpack still holds all my memories. Whenever the backpack gets full, I take a trip to the sea and empty the memories there, as the sea is like a giant basket that holds all my memories.

I’m a person who loves the sea. The sea is never calm; it always has waves. The waves are constantly on a journey, and just by standing on the shore, the waves come to me, bringing along the memories I’ve stored. I don’t know which memories the waves will bring back to me, but it doesn’t matter—each one makes me smile.

Whenever I’m tired, I sit by the roadside. There are many travelers, each passing by on their journey. Some stop and say, I’m tired. Others say, I’ve found what I’m looking for. Some say it’s meaningless, while others find it boring or fun.

Even though my journey has a destination, there are always beautiful things along the way. I don’t like shortcuts—they’re too fast, and I might miss out on many things. I’m not in a hurry on my journey, and right now, I’m still traveling as always.

-: The Nomad at Heart: Let go, nomad stranger.