The curse of the traveller

A trembling lip for someone you just met


Men as a collective are generally less emotional than our female counterparts.
I in this majority am no exception
As I was growing up, I always noticed in real time how i’d react to certain life events & moments.
There were times were I felt detached compared to what was happening around me.
I just thought that’s how it was & that’s how was wired.
There’s always been a stigma with men to try and emit less emotion and move on.
Recently, as i’ve had more time to think, relax, enjoy the surrounds, i’ve noticed my emotions more than I ever have before.
It could be a combination of things, being in a new environment, meeting new people, being outside of my usual comfort zone.
Whatever it is, It’s made me feel as if i’f i’ve gained another insight into myself & what is meaningful to me personally.
Travelling is a strange anomaly.
Over the space of a few days you can meet people from another corner of the globe who you share so much in commonality.
You laugh, share stories, eat, drink & after all of it, you’re evidentially saying goodbye to them again.
It is such an equally beautiful yet torturous thing to experience these moments with people whom mostly, you may never ever see again.
The beauty of travelling is the essence of this shared experience with these global peers.
It makes me feel apart of some unspoken community that we’re all relatively apart of.
Honestly it makes me feel a great amount of gratitude for both the life I live & so much curiosity and admiration for the people I meet along the way.

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