Given
half a chance, this is no longer the exploration I want to do for at least few
years. It stands to reason that what I used to see as goings-on are not
interesting anymore–they’re but humdrum motions and scenarios. And the irony is
that I did it again. Oops!
Imagine
yourself doing it for one and a half decades, and you’d be tired by now without
a doubt. Or maybe I am wrong because it will depend still upon somebody’s
outlook on this matter or lifestyle in traveling. It’s your call.
I backpacked
for six days this time without expecting anything except for a wonderful
angel–a miracle–a hope to be able to meet him or her face to face. But none in
those suspicious passersby I’ve seen transformation–not even a single creature
in disguise.
There
unlike in the olden days, I tried to swim against the tide–got off from the old
habits of what usually a backpacker does. I just stayed at the cheap guesthouse
to get some rest.
Sad
to say destiny wasn’t that cooperative enough to bring one by chance. It wasn’t
meant to be yet.
Seldom
or never at all would I say had encountered goodhearted backpackers in the
past. And if I did, I could have remembered one or two so well. People in this
bustling journey are just too occupied minding their own stuff or greediness in
the worst case. But I do recall helping a lot of tourists in many ways.
Putting
my thoughts into words about backpacking is nothing but a manifestation of my
wondering mind. It always makes me curious how is it like meeting an angel or
two in this full of life situation. I am excited to find out so soon.
For
countless times I have tried to avoid this blasé set-up, but it seems inseparable.
One day I just realized was there again–immersed back in this existence–only a tolerant
person lasts.
Do
angels really backpack? I wonder!
What
I perceive from here about these people who are on the move, not sure if my wish
will come true. But it’s alright. “You
pays your money and you takes your choice!” This is the path and the theme
I’ve chosen this year–let it be.
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