the wanderer

‘Cause I’m a wanderer, yeah a wanderer
I roam around around around around around around - Beach Boys 

I’m bored out of my mind. Bored with this town, bored with this weather, bored with this apartment and this country and everything. I want to get away, if only for a day or two. I want to take the car and just go, or even better go to an airport and just go wherever. I don’t care where to, just some place other than here.

I cannot understand how come some people never feel this restlessness, this urge to see new places, this wanderlust. I panic at the thought of never going anywhere, never being anywhere but here and yet there are lots of people who have lived entire lives just like that. There must be two different kinds of people: the wanderers and the settlers. Those who go exploring and those who stay put. Those who are satisfied with their lot and those who believe that there has to be a place where the grass is not only greener but made of emeralds.

It’s a big world. Why only use a tiny little part of it? My nomadic soul won’t acknowledge any borders, it tells me that the world is open wide, filled with riches, and it’s waiting for me to come exploring.

I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents

- U2