I had a different experience when I did my first SEA trip. I have my expectations. I thought, doing that trip would somehow fill whatever space I have in me. It didn't.
I was turning 25 when I did my first SEA trip and I had this idea that I should do something, be somewhere. I was turning 25! Twenty freakin' five! Frustrations. Out of frustrations, I did the trip.
But I came back, more frustrated. I didn't told anyone where I was going. Even to my closest friends. I was away and no one knew. And when I returned, things were all the same. You know the feeling of dying? For the first weeks, people would remember you. And then, add a year or two, you'd be a memory. That's what I felt. Only the closest people remembered that I was gone. That I can't be contact through my mobile. That I needed to be found. Only a few..
This time, I have different expectations. I was travelling to experience things..not to pacify whatever hole, loneliness or unfulfilled plans I have. I had a different perception this time. I guess, with all the travelling I've done, I see things more clearly and with deeper understanding.
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| new set of eyes, eh? |
