In the emptiness, I'm searching for something solid, something that I can cling onto. Without strong beliefs, life is like a void, where no visions can be materialized and imposed.
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Came back from Scotland on Monday morning and attempted to blog, yet, I failed. The trip was somewhat different from what I've experienced in the past. Though I must admit, its not necessarily a bad thing. I'll probably post up a more detailed post about the trip some other time.
Lost my i-river on the trip, to be exact, during the period when I was in Inverness. It might have been the work of the Loch Ness monster or some evil spirits in the old castles, who knows. But no doubt, it was a huge lost to me. A lost of a sentimental possession is just devastating. From now onwards, it won't be there to offer me a solitude of peace and tranquility. I won't be able to distant and seclude myself from the shadow of loneliness and isolation. Alas, I guess I'll have to find alternatives to deal with this.
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Though just came back, I'm now already in the process of organizing my next trip: an expedition to Spain and Morocco. It will be a massive one, for sure. Travelling seems to be an easier method to avoid reality. It keeps me occupied with those nitty gritty chores. Yet, its funny how I always find comfort when carrying my backpack on my shoulder. I feel at ease and alive with that burden placed on me. I guess I'm still not "all out" with the idea of running away from reality and responsibility through travelling. Should I try harder? I wonder...
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