There is a certain kind of peace and satisfaction in the great lonesomeness of the road. While I enjoy the company of others, I sometimes find a beauty in the silence. There is a great story to be told and wonder about it when you start a trip. You stare into the great mystery of it all and it stares back, daring you to jump in.
I’ve walked through the gardens at Versailles, and up the mountains in Wyoming. Down the cobbled streets of London, and alonog the old canals of Amesterdam. While in the past I wandered around the grounds at campus. Alone I find the subtleness in others, a smile of a proud father, or a couple bathing in the warmth of the sun and their love in some nameless park. I remember once I saw the saddest man in all the world on the Paris metro. With his tattered briefcase and dreams that were as empty as the stare he threw out the window.
People sometimes fear being alone, and I have at times as well. Be it for the reasons of safety, or that you don’t know how to face yourself in the quietness. But it shouldn’t be avoided. There are realizations and growth that can only be found in the silence. When your mind can wonder and there is no outside static. Things that would’ve otherwise been missed are appreciated. Little gifts for the lonesome traveler.
That is not to say that travel and life are not great with the company of others. 90% of my greatest trips and times have been had with friends and family. They seem to have a way of filling in the rest of the color to your great mosaic. And without them your memories would be nothing and lost to the winds of darkness and time.
Experiencing both sides of the spectrum however is invaluable. With others you get the universal excitement and rush of it all. Being somewhere new and foreign and gaining new perspectives to carry with you through life. But while also knowing what it is to be walking alone and have something completely catch you, a mountain, monument, or painting. And in that moment you have the chance to completely fall in love and become enraptured by something. It’s these little glimpses at light that really wrap up a journey. If for no one else but yourself. Little treasures you carry away that no one else could know, and your words could never do justice.