I felt a connection to the rootless traveler. I too have lived a life where I am in constant motion, moving from city to city. I just stay a bit longer than the movie character does. Yet we still have the same results- lack of community, lack of home, lack of friends and a sense of distance with family.
Every one's final destination is the same. Is the journey more enjoyable if we find and be with a co-pilot to make the journey less lonely?
Really?
I am without a co-pilot.
Am I lonely?
I am without a co-pilot.
Am I lonely?
The rootless traveler didn't know he was lonely until he met someone. Am I lonely and don't know it because I am living this day to day habit where I am lying to myself about how happy I am? The character in the movie seemed to be.
I really think I am happy, alone, without a house, with very few possessions, traveling from city to city, making new friends here and there, losing friends as I move away, and starting all over again each time I move. I am experiencing life by wandering.
I am alone.
I am happy.
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