It's time... almost

It all comes down to this. Half a year of monotony, work, money, watching the clock tick by each hour. It all comes down to this - a trip to another part of the world, a part unseen, untrodden. And everything that's gone by, everything that I await thereafter - it all seems worth every monotonous day of this life I have lived.
I live just for this one month that comes twice every year. Six months, that's about all I can do at a stretch where regular daily life is concerned. After that I need that trip, that trip into a world that breathes across the ocean, that knows no boundaries, no faith, no religion.
Just another stamp in your passport. Memories, moments that make your life just about worth living.
I believe... I believe everyone's a traveller. Not to this or that extent, not to a certain level. Everyone's a traveller, period. Some get the opportunity to, some just don't. And when they don't, they don't see a side in them which wants to break away, which wants to break into a zone of total freedom. I use that phrase a lot don't I? Total Freedom.
I coulnd't possibly tell you what it means. No one can. You have to feel it for yourself. If I could possibly try and explain that term, I'd say, It's about knowing, if after today, you lost everything you owned, everyone who you love, who loves you, you won't have any regrets. Coz you still got you.
Most people call us hippies. I don't look like them. They don't look like me. Not when we're busy making money for our next trip into an unknown land, with a few bucks, enough to come back when it's all exhausted, a map of the place we're heading into, and a pack of chewing gum in our pockets.
Parents tell their children to be scared of us. Coz we're dangerous and dirty. We're not. But it's hard for those who refuse to understand us to like us, if you know what I mean. We look the way they want to feel. They're scared. We're scared too. But the difference is, they think fear is negative, we're sure it's positive. Fear is just the first step of doing what you never thought you would.
Peace sans luxury.

Everyone wants to get away at some point of time. Somewhere or the other. They're just confused as to where to go. They're scared of the unknown, just like everyone else. So they try and take a piece of home wherever they go. They go from a city, to another city. They check into a good hotel with a TV, cable, the news, a swimming pool maybe. Sure, they can afford it.
But you really gotta ask yourself. What is the point of that?
Most of us don't ask ourselves that question. So the answer never comes by.
Some of us understand, we didn't travel a thousand miles to sleep on a comfortable bed, in luxuriously locked four walls, with fantastic room service.
It's to find something, something different, something a bit more exciting, and yeah, like Richard (The Beach fame) put it, I admit, something that's a little more dangerous.
I think, travelling is just another way of rebelling. Rebelling against man-made boundaries, against fences he's put up so that no one dare intrude into his world.
We're so shit scared of anything that's different. But it's not putting off. Not when I lift my head up and see people like me all over the damn place, blatantly ignoring people who come out of the airport sliding their suticases on trolleys.
It's quite simple actually - to do how we do it. You just gotta start believing one thing - but that's the difficult part - You gotta start believing that you got nothing, absolutely nothing, to lose.
20 days more and I'll be off to meet the real me.
Where am I going? It doesn't matter.
Not just yet.