|Prague, 31st January 2013|
All that walking, through cities & time. All the people you met. All the things you saw, soaked in. Travelling is what it is, an experience. Everybody should try it God-willing. You find yourself in a state of active contemplation. You feel yourself age a little, which is a good thing. As you take the role of a nomad, and nothing else, you feel whole (it takes all I have to not stick an expletive for emphasis right there I tell ya).
Nothing is expected of you, nor do you expect anything of anything. You're a clean slate, ready and eager to discover. It's what 'feeling' alive feels like, I reckon. That 'infinite' feeling Charlie from The Perks of Being a Wallflower spoke of. Or not. Because it is not a moment. It doesn't pass. It is something you unearth from the soil of your very soul. From within, to without.
In sum total, you know, just know that life is not some aimless self-sustainable force crawling flying through the passage of time. All the good that came my way, not once was I not reminded of their source.
No man is whole without knowing himself. The self is a soul. The soul, where does it come from? The origin of being, to which one will inevitably return to; it is what lies before & after life: God.