Travel opens our eyes to new ways of thinking, new ways of living, new customs, traditions, new perspectives; and our senses can be overburdened with the sense of adventure, sprouting self-sufficient energy only released through dance, celebration, and more adventure. Follow the rhythms to a blissful negligence of temporary change amongst people far away from home.
Looking outside the box of reality we live in can challenge our ideals and cause the edges of our perceivable existence to tremble. No longer do we see things as black and white – our way is not the only way – people can live with or without necessities – I can’t imagine living with or without them myself.
III. Crystal Air
Memories of home carry the traveler. A single memory of him/her, or them, an image we remember stays with us through our new experiences. That image, unchanged, from what we remember.
The world grows ever larger, the farther you walk in one direction. Buildings, people, food and drink – found wherever rest is needed. Everything is changing and nothing is the same, yet similarities and coincidental relationships are commonly unnoticed. How can I dance to what is ever-changing?
“The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realities appear as dreams, and dreams realities.” – Samuel Johnson