I think it's safe to say that most travelers you meet are running from something. First, let me define travelers. I'm not talking about the people who take a week break from their jobs and decided to book a resort in Mexico.
I'm talking about the people who feel the urge to experience, to be pushed, and maybe to never return.
I am one of those people. I am constantly restless, always ready to run. What I am running from depends on the day:
- I'm running from who I've become
- I'm running from who people expect me to be
- I'm running from commitment
- I'm running from the mundane
- They're running from pain and loss
- They're running from their jobs
- They're running because there's nothing left for them
Most often the people who are running find each other. Sometimes they use each other, trying to fix what's forced them to flee. Often they help each other, finding that the other person understands, and doesn't want to judge or use you.
When leaving a place I often find myself leaving with a broken heart for two reasons.
1. Because I am leaving the people that understood it. I was free to be me and there was no judgment. How can the broken and judged, judge each other.
2. I am often used by others and that breaks my heart. I want them to really tell me what they're running from instead of using me to mask the pain.
Traveling is a beautiful thing. Yes, in the end one can't run from problems but while attempting to run, you often learn how to fix the problem.
I usually find myself again and remember who I am and who I want to become.
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