Sometimes, I have this urge to go outside and walk.
Not to run from something or to something else.
For me, wandering is when I feel most alive.
It's when I feel most connected to this great, big world full of so many places and people and things.
But I find that it is hard to find people who also enjoy this sensation. The majority of people I know, as a matter of fact, dread being lost. In fact, they actively avoid it at all costs. And sometimes, I have a hard time understanding their need to always be in control or in the know or on track and according to plan.
I think this, at the end of the day, is why I never got a plan for that smartphone I bought.
I loathe the idea of having a map at my fingertips.
The very thought repulses my gypsy spirit.
I think this is one reason why I cherish my husband so much. That man will go anywhere with me. He doesn't need a phone. He doesn't need a map. He doesn't need a reason or a plan. His soul understands my soul, and together our souls wanderlust.
It's because I feel most alive when I am lost and getting loster.
I have not found any better way to experience this world than to run head on into it with no expectations or plans.
And this is the kind of place I discover on my quest to get lost and have an adventure.
At the top of a mountain in Taiwan, there is this place hidden in the fog & rain. It is full of temples and dragons. It's bizarre and real and wonderful, and even if it makes no sense to anyone else, I feel more alive for having been there.