Wednesday 22 February 2006

Impulsive travelling is like making love..

The mental foreplay you engage in isn't it. The plans and devices you take to bed aren't it. The memories and stories you take away with you aren't it either. It is the unmediated piece of time that you and somebody are united in a moment of mutual experience (or, in the case of travel, you and somewhere). It is when your mind is in the present and you're not thinking of anyone or anywhere other than the one or where you're with. Having some of it when you travel is quite fulfilling and relieves a lot of tension.

Prime your impulsiveness. Leave gaps in your grand plan. Make yourself aware of alternatives, but don't select one until the moment arrives. Your true path cannot be found in a guidebook or in the recommendations of others. It can only be found by your wandering feet as they lead you down the path that just feels right. It's a path that's waiting for you, but you won't recognise it until it stretches away before your eyes.

You absolutely cannot see everything - so see your thing instead. And unless you are truly prescient, remember that you'll be discovering much about what 'your thing' is as you go.

Trust yourself, trust your impulses, and find your road to discovery..

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