As the title of this post attempts to explain I did recently go on a long journey, on the motorcycle I affectionately refer to as "Betsy" (I guess its easy to form a bond with an inanimate object that has both saved and almost lost your life about a dozen times)... Anyhow, my journey started in sunny Canberra... no wait, it was cloudy that day... on the 27th of June in the year of your lord 2005 AD. I rode to Melbourne. Then I rode to Adelaide. Then I rode back to Canberra, the end.
whats that? you want to read about what happened to me? the pitfalls and tragedies, the triumphs and successes?
Theres not really a great deal to talk about... I may have changed a little on this journey, maybe a little in the wrong direction, who knows. One thing I do know is that I came dearly close to crashing on more than a few occasions and not mention coming very close to a nasty case of hypothermia on the home stretch. I do now feel as if i've passed through the eye of the needle and have come out on the other side unscathed. And the worst thing about it- is that it hasnt changed me inside, it hasnt been an epithany or wake up call to change my life, to live life to its fullest. It seems the cruelest trick of fate that I should defy death only to not understand life any better, but hey, who knows anymore about life than anyone else? no one. And that is perhaps the biggest single truth to life, that no one understands life more than anyone else. It may sound a little defeatist to you, but to me it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside... kind of like the great humanizer, the idea that levels the playing field a little bit in the game of life.
That tangent aside the destinations themselves proved an interesting contradiction to me. For starters I thought that Adelaide (where I was born) would be great fun and Melbourne would be fairly average. But to me it turned out to be the reverse; Melbourne was great (can never have too many cafes... I wouldnt be surprised if Melbourne has more cafes than Rome), and I have a new found respect for Jazz (went to a great little Jazz bar called "Dizzy's"), and Adelaide was nice (got to visit relatives I hadnt seen for years) but the weather (which was inclement to say the least) and the apparent lack of nightlife proved to be disappointing to me.
So where is my next destination going to be? who knows... with my next immediate desire being the completion of a degree, only one thing is still obvious to me: that I only seem to feel alive when I'm 5,000 miles from the place I temporarly call "home". Must be that the longing for travel is the only constant in my life. May be that home is not just a physical dimension in this world, but just a figment of my soul... perhaps its very essence. Theres a thought to end with...
"Goodnight my children, my longing of life, my spirit of being, my spirit that flows, for it wont be long now, before this spirit must go".
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
another homeless wanderer huh? welcome to my fold old friend :)
and you must know what they say: there's no place like home. well to me there is 'no' place like home.
oh well, I comfort myself by saying that even the homeless finds a home... perhaps even when they're not looking for one.
Post a Comment