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The Road.
A Traveler and a Wanderer.
I am a traveler, a wanderer. I have no fixed point in space; I merely go from one place to the next, moving onwards to whatever takes my fancy.
It’s a lonely life; my continuous trips back and forth between east and west, north and south, leave little time for companionship. I occasionally travel with others, but mostly I travel alone, forever chasing my wanderlust.
I often think that it’ll be easier if I had a destination. People say that that it’s all about the journey, but I’m not so sure about that anymore. I was young and idealised when I first set out on this never-ending road, but in my older and more cynical age, a part of me often yearns for a home to come back to.
But still I roam, searching for that elusive message that I’m sure lurks on the roadside, hoping that my incurable restlessness will one day be sated.
It’s a lonely life; my continuous trips back and forth between east and west, north and south, leave little time for companionship. I occasionally travel with others, but mostly I travel alone, forever chasing my wanderlust.
I often think that it’ll be easier if I had a destination. People say that that it’s all about the journey, but I’m not so sure about that anymore. I was young and idealised when I first set out on this never-ending road, but in my older and more cynical age, a part of me often yearns for a home to come back to.
But still I roam, searching for that elusive message that I’m sure lurks on the roadside, hoping that my incurable restlessness will one day be sated.