Night Walking in The Beginning

I am constantly thinking of traveling. I want to experience new things, see fresh faces, try to see the world, try to find the meaning of human existence through travel. Unfortunately, my predicament of being in my final year in high school before going off to college next year, and still living at home leaves me imagining and creating thoughts of travel in my mind. Recently, my urge of wanting to experience something has been gnawing my mind more intensely then previously. So, at night I walk around the desolate neighborhoods of looping streets and the slight buzzing of electricity coming above me from the faintly-lit street light. I never see anything exciting on my neighborhood walk, but the shear value of walking, and thinking is very powerful to me.

Sometimes, I walk down to the sea if I feel a sense of loneliness. The smell and sound of the water hitting upon the concrete soothes me. The sea is a metaphor of wanting to get away, to explore new things, to leave behind mundane existence of current living, and entices one with the thought of a fresh an exciting adventure. I know that once I get the opportunity to leave this dreadful existence, I will prevail and not look back.

“Little islands are all large prisons; one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.”
― Sir Richard Francis Burton

Last updated October 27, 2021