Someone asked me what struck my desire to travel the world. I could have answered this one of two ways; I could have been cliche and replied with a predictable "it's beautiful" or "it's just so big." But I decided to take a moment and think about it, and that's when I sort of new I don't want to "travel" the world, I want to
see my home. So I decided to answer with the only way I knew how, that the desire is just a part of me.
Do you ever go outside and feel the wind whipping around you, to me I always thought the concept of wind was incredible, the common definition of it is "the perceptible natural movement of air" but there is another definition that makes far more sense to me; "breath as needed in physical exertion or speech." The earth is as lively and as real far more than we can imagine, and it wants to be noticed. Like the wind is the child of this earth craving attention, and children need a lot of that. Wind is the tour guide of this world, it's like an unseen, promising shadow that you can confide in. because no matter where you are in this world you can feel it, it greets you with an excited smile and shows you the ways to venture. I try not to fight the course of the wind because it's blowing the way it is for a reason. I have an urge so deeply rooted inside of me to see whatever it is the wind has been trying to show me, and I trust in it because it has seen it all.
there are trees growing from the ground and then a month later there are little sprouts of soon to be flowers in the seasons to come as if God kept looking at his canvas and deciding it needs more. What an incredible decision he made. and different oceans of different colored sands roaring with chapped lips from all the salt is has consumed. stuffed with undiscovered plants and animals that make up an entirely different world. there are people so passionate about their culture and where they live that when you visit it's as if the earth and the air of that place so respectively invited itself and picked up the smells. Someone once told me never to go to France because it has a terrible smell, but that just makes me want to go more. Every house has a different smell to it, some smell like cigarettes some smell like lavender candles and some smell like the culture they brought with them.
I want to see the world because it's an extraordinary thing, it's a jewelry box full of treasures that nobody can afford the value of. it's a creature painted detail by detail and then just snapped into life. and don't even get me started on the Creator. I wish to be nothing of importance to this earth except an appreciator of it.
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