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.
Great post! I’m still contemplating taking a trip on my own. This was super insightful!
Thank you for liking, ‘Marriage A Journey and A Dog’ blog, the title of my book. I am now wondering if it will ever arrive from the publishers. I love your poetic phrasing as you describe your world of travel. I too like silence and time to think and plan. After a few months in Sri Lanka I do love the comforts of home and the joy of family when I am back in the UK. Life is not long enough to do everything you want to do and be a family and home loving person. France, California, and India are places I would love to spend more time.
very nice, i have walked the streets of paris and enjoyed mojitos in havana and skiied mointains in Canada and collectedstreet art in berlin and seen a shooting in Nice and danced in mexico and feasted in guatemala and done yoga in santa fe landed in Iceland and continue totravel the world and lots of the time by myself which gives me joy in the unexpected encounters and experiences. enjoyed your insights
Well said! 🙂