Vagabonding is a life of letting go.
Of things. Of places. Of people.
Each day is new, unique, fresh. Yet the day before is gone, a shadow, a memory of the road you can’t turn around on. As a wanderer of the globe you are not rooted in one place. You will meet amazing people, you will love them, then you will leave. Your life is not there. It’s out on the road. One you have chosen, perhaps one that has chosen you.
That road calls.
It is not about falling asleep content at home. It is collapsing – exhausted – wherever you may be because you have spent all you have in the world.
“When will you understand that being normal isn’t necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage.”
One day another road may call, it may reunite you with a world you once knew but the time is not now. It is not time to step off your road. Instead…
Strive to break the world. When it shatters a new one is revealed.
Embrace the impermance. Love the temporary. Live it fully.
Vagabonding is about losing yourself. Then finding yourself. Then getting lost all over again. Without the lows (the letting go) the highs (the experiencing) would never be revealed. We only know what we had once it’s gone. And for vagabonds, we are always going.
Vagabonding reveals to us that which a stationary life cannot for we are always in the process of losing something.