"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
- J.R.R Tolkein
We dream of places we’ve never been. We long for people we’ve never met. We crave the feel of a different ground beneath the same sun. When we have sun, we want snow. When we have rain, we want the sun. We spend the night hours dreading the morning, and the morning hours longing the night.
When we feel lost, we travel. And when we travel, we often feel lost.
Why do we always want to be somewhere we aren’t?
Is it because we are unhappy with the way things are? With the life we have? What is it about the unknown that makes it so exciting?
Wanderlust, it’s a bloody confusing thing.