The writing’s on the wall
The clues are on a map
Not all those who wander are lost
Sometimes we wonder to reconnect
We find ourselves once again in the midst of all the chaos,
Trying to get away from it all
We wonder off to strange places
To find some calm
Reborn and brand new
We follow the trail, off the beaten path
The daily commute, the long hikes, the stops we make,
the beautiful strangers we meet
Our steps directed by the Universe
Where do the roads lead us to, I wonder
We are curious creatures,
Searching for something
To satisfy our curiosity
Or maybe to fill that void
We believe we may find it on our way
We believe we what we are looking for
could be right in front of us
Here’s what I learned from this beautiful thing called life;
Life is a journey
A few pit stops to admire what nature unfolds each day
A home is a person,
Not that place we are headed
What we seek, lies within us
But here I am once again,
That curious little creature
In awe of nature and the beauty it unfolds every season
As I pack my bags, thread bare from my past journeys
My rusty but trusty cameras
and films eager to capture what lies beyond
To make a lasting memory
I daydream about how much there is to see
Poring over my map
With my pen, trace along the lines,
my eyes wondering off the beaten path
I will set off again, with this in mind
Not all those who wander are lost,
The road is home.
I write because writing is a form of art and can be beautifully expressed. I write because it helps me connect with myself; I find it therapeutic.
I write to clear my head on days when I have so much going on. I write to relieve myself of stress. I write to relive beautiful memories.
I mediate daily and I write while I do so. I love the way I’m able to pour out my soul on a piece of paper. I think writing is a beautiful form of communication regardless of what language it is written in.
I love the art of brevity. I write to connect with nature, with people and the universe as a whole. Besides photography, I think writing is the second best thing I love.
I find writing to be the best outlet when I’m angry; I tend to get very creative.
I write to challenge myself. I write because besides being a mental activity, I also find it refreshing and liberating.
The weather is just perfect. I decide to run errands; I go to the mall with the intention of buying green tea.
More than an hour later, I come home with the following: a pretty grey knit sweater from Zara (I couldn’t resist), a novel by John Grisham ( I thought it’d be a good book to read on my summer vacation), four muesli bars, air freshener, an acne cream from the pharmacy (doctor’s prescription – the first one is almost finished) and carrots!
All I did was make a mental note of what I needed to buy (for pete’s sake, it’s just green tea!), dash in and out before I got carried away, then I got to the mall and remembered every other thing but the green tea. Story of my life.
2014 was a good year with lots of experiences and life lessons. Since it’s paved the way for yet another year filled with fun, adventure, happiness among other pleasant things, all I can be is grateful. On this note, I would like to wish you all a Happy new year filled with love, laughter and more laughter.