Why fear the life of a Wanderer?

I hate this. Being driven to write a blog by seeing another blog post. A blog post in the lines of one which had always been in my mind since quite long flashes infront of me and urges me to write mine. That's a shame but yes can't really help this nature of mine which will unfold into blaming my schedule, my otherwise piled up tasks and pretentiously seeming list of priorities.

Well if it wasn't for a movie, a friend, a situation this impulse wouldn't have come. The impulse of yes, i can do it. I might be belittling myself by saying that it was just another bollywood drama which got this craving in me. But for a girl who hates travelling, the mere term named journey used to get her into her blankets and go into hibernation. But then the thought shouldn't just stop at the idea but should go forward. That requires planning and that's where I again want to go disjoint. Why plan?? Planing it out causes one to think within restrictions and makes one create apprehensions of the edges and boundaries being broken down by extrusions. As one good friend had someday said, my life is planned and that's what makes it boring."

Nothing said and done. Coing across a quote: "Drink every bit of the present and let it seep through you that even when your soul parts from your body it lingers in your bones", there is nothing less in me which doesn't urges me to move forward if not anything. When I see the graveyard by my window there is now an urge in me to go explore it experience the silence of the place, the serenity. The place Shillong never seemed so explorable until my friend who came down to this place all the way from an all india tour started carving out more beautiful pictures of this place than me who already spent her life growing up in and around this place.

Even when Andre Agassi loathed Tennis and still could arose as world no. 1, what's the harm in trying to break one simple conviction of travelling that one extra mile- unplanned and uncalled for. No awards, no laurels are there but the mere satisfaction of having taken that first step is worth enough to discover thyself underneath the baggage.

The only thing of lament persisting now is that it still requires that movie, that lady sitting beside a tomb to realize peace, a friend travelling unplanned, unscheduled - to inspire me. Nevertheless, hoping the inspiration takes shape to nurture further inspirations not for the world but for me alone to build that wall around me which I don't fear to leap over.