An Ode to Traveling

Traveling tempers the soul, inspires alternate thinking. A quote stated that you can only really understand something, at least clearly, until you have stepped outside and seen it from afar. The dust and haze has settled and the horizon has come into view more clearly. It is only through removing yourself from your origin and relocating to a strange new enironment and surrounding that you can understand, where you really come from. Something, that may have been fearful, becomes 'normal'.

Traveling can inspire, lead you to new horizons, drag you down to depths you never knew. It can also adapt and re-wire your brain, downloading new environments constantly. Human connection becomes sacrosanct in a world of arbitrary sensory overload. The death of concious dreaming starts the descent into decadent living.

The poetical element of passing through spaces, places thriving with life and broken dreams. Seeing faces that change with time and space and yet forever speak the same language and story. Enviroments that unfold and tell the stories and the mysteries of this obfuscated reality, tempt you to turn another page.

The space that inhabits your dreams. And the lyrical illusions that lead you into forbidden zones are often the fruits of this world that remain untouched, like a gift or a forgotten promise absolved. Taking a path, that has little light, yet remains distant and alures the soul , plays like the chords of a tune can strikes the nerves of a new concious understanding, and unveil new horizons.

Life is a dream, dragging you into new surroundings, new ideas, mentors. To Travel is to Dream.