The following is an entry from my journal. I know last time I shared something from it I was drunk in Ibiza. This time I wasn’t. I just had a lot on my mind and thought I should share this with y’all. It’s something I’ve always wondered and don’t even know if it makes sense. I wrote it verbatim from my journal. You can leave me your thoughts at the end.
I’m currently in seat 10D on flight TK690 on Turkish Airlines in route from Istanbul to Cairo. I’m sitting here and a million thoughts running through my mind. I have tears running through my eyes & have no clue why. I seriously don’t. I have my head in my arms writing in my journal so no one can see. I don’t know if they are tears of joy or tears of sadness. I think it’s because the last few months have been too amazing to describe (ugh I use the word amazing too much. Sorry about that y’all.) Now I’m on my way to Egypt the #1 one country I want to visit in the world. It has captured my imagination & dreams since I was a kid & cannot believe I’m now on my way. But anywho… that’s not what I want to write about. I want to write about “transit”.
Every time I board a plane, bus, car, train or anything that is getting me from one place to another I think “okay here we go again”. Then while I’m on it I always think is this what life is about? Hear me out… I know that sounds stupid, but is it true? No matter what we do in life we are constintly in transit from one place to another. When I was at home it was to and from work or to and from a friends house etc… etc… Now it’s flying or getting between some of the most amazing cities in the world.
Then when we are at “said” place we are thinking about where to next. When you are at work you think about home. When your home you think about where else you will be going that day or weekend. For me now it’s I’m in a city enjoying it, but thinking “oh I’m going here, here & here next…” I can’t help it.
While I was in Athens I attended a meeting about a mixture of things like travel… camel milk and the world we live in. One of the quotes I heard there that has been engrained in my mind is:
“MOVEMENT IS THE PRIMARY MEDIUM OF OUR ALIVENESS”
– Mary Starks Whitehouse
Take a second read it… try to understan it? What do you get from it? I don’t even know who she is and don’t care to find out, because I get that it’s 100% true. Is that the purpose of life… to keep moving expanding our boundaries to feel alive? Movement is key to feel alive, but does that mean we always have to live in transit? Does it mean that to feel alive we constintly have to move? But if we move to much are we lost? Why is it that to feel alive we have to move?
I have no clue if any of this makes sense at all. It’s something I have always wondered. I think aside from sleeping we spend more time of our lives getting from one place to another. So I always wonder… Do we live in transit?