Travel is a kind of spiritual practice

I recently read some books about travel, about some friends in their twenties who quit their jobs and traveled, and suddenly I got some ideas.

I have traveled far and visited very few places, but compared to my peers around me, I may have visited more than them.

Before the age of twenty-five, I was full of temptations to go out for a walk. I always felt that life lasted only a few decades. If I didn’t implement this idea now, there would be very few opportunities in the future.

But the biggest level is the family level. Without even trying, I can imagine my mother’s reaction after I told her about it. She just felt like my brain was broken or something.

I was born in a place that is not isolated, and I even feel that I am in a relatively developed place in China. However, the minds of people here are still stuck in the era when they were young. Perhaps there is still a big difference between rural areas and cities. difference. At least in my opinion, their communication range is pitifully small.

Although I also like to stay alone, read books, code, drink coffee, and eat fruit. I also don't like chaotic social places. Girls just talk about clothes, shoes and cosmetics, and boys just play cars and basketball.

I enjoy thinking alone and having freedom.

Or meet some like-minded friends, make an appointment to take photos together, and embrace nature.

To put it bluntly, our "travel" is nothing more than traveling, taking photos, and making friends. Nothing new, no features, even a bit showy.

But after the age of twenty-five, what has accumulated over time is nothing more than tasks and responsibilities.

When visiting relatives and friends during the Chinese New Year, the most common questions asked by relatives are when will they get married and how much will they earn! It seems that these have become home-cooked dishes.

No one will care whether you are happy or not, whether you are happy or not, and what you want to do most.

They seem to have been fixed by this lifestyle into a circle with no entrance or exit.

After the age of twenty-five, we still have ideas, but they are no longer as full of expectations and hopes as before. In addition to work, we can only work. Work has become the whole life of us, repeated over and over again. Escape everywhere.

I can only read other people’s pictures of climbing over mountains and ridges, and taking photos of the morning sun, sunset, and aurora in my occasional free time. I am full of thoughts and sighs.

Looking at the results of the travels of my friend who is about the same age as me in the past few years, the hardships and obstacles he has experienced, and the fears he has after overcoming all kinds of difficulties, it seems that he has been in the past few years. Busy work in vain.

Busy here and there, with no reward at all.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s not that I don’t dare, it’s just objective factors that hinder the endless yearning of the brain.

There is nothing sadder than this.

Travel is a kind of spiritual practice, but I am opposed to travel that is dangerous, especially life-threatening travel.

You only have one life, so you can’t squander it at will or trample on it at will.

After all, our arrival in this world is a miracle and a blessing.

We have not become anything else, but we have become smart and lovely human beings.

I hope that in the years to come, I can gradually realize my unpracticed actions, I hope that I will not give up my inner desires, and I hope that I will not lose my passion.

After death, you become a mummy. When you are alive, you should dance your limbs and twist your body.

So, what about you, do you still have your travel dream?