There is a question
The question is, are you a traveler?
The question is not whether you ‘like’ travelling
It’s not even related to how often you travel
It barely has anything to do with how or why you travel
The question is, quite simply, are you a traveler?
Because if you are, then the world will have a serious problem with you
Because travelling really has very little to do with destinations
It is the willingness of the mind to journey beyond its known refuges & homes
And then if that’s the case, who’s to say when & where to draw the line?
A traveler travels from one state of being to another – ceaselessly and restlessly – forever
He travels in emotion, in personality, in friends, in aspirations, and so on
So he fleets from arrogance to self-loathing, from depression to joyful elation
From righteousness to debauchery, from extrovert to introvert
From ‘money & fame’ to ‘joy & satisfaction’, from MBA to Neruda
He always finds joy in the new and not in the good
Every new feeling is a celebration, a new railway station
& then what’s sacrosanct, constant, reliable?
Real twisted ones don’t take up politics or crime
They identify themselves as travelers