In search of something
What was I searching for?
It was raining outside. I was looking at the depressiveness of the day. The snow was vanishing with the rain. The teacher was talking about Heraclites, Socrates and Plato. A philosophy class--the perfect place where to muse.
What would I do in the future? What he look like? What do I have to do to try to enhance it? All choices were of importance at that time. I was emerging from my childhood to enter in my adulthood. Since that time, all choices I take has a repercussion on my future.
I was musing on these questions about my future. I was not in the mood to continue my studies for another 4 or 5 years. I had a flash: I wanted to stop them right now to see another part of the world. It's exactly what I done. I got a summer job and gone to Europe the next autumn. I wanted to see the old continent.
I saw it. I have been to all main capitals of Europe. I was expecting something exceptional. I saw exceptional buildings, houses, parks and museums. Yeah they were exceptional, but they were only buildings, houses, parks and museums.
I was searching for something that I wasn't able to explain what it was. It was not spiritual. It was a vague idea; something that I wasn't able to focus on. I was wandering everywhere. I wasn't taking attention to buildings anymore; it was not what I was searching for.
I was trying to understand what I was doing there; what sent me there. I had lost interest in buildings and architecture but I found interest in people. I talked to them, I mused with them. We talked about their countries and families. I tried to understand them for what they were. I found friends.
I found people. It's what I always found in my trips. It's the focal point of all of them. Now, what motivates me to go to a specific place is the curiosity I have to understand the people that live in this place. I want to know their culture; I want to understand it; I want to muse about it. To reach this goal, I need to talk to these people. I need to live with them. Buildings don't talk; people do.
It's why I done 12000km of bus. Because the focal point of my trip was in it: talking to people that came from around the world. It was my mobile house; a place where I invited people to talk; a place where I slept.
Do I found what I was searching for? No. Peoples aren't the thing I was searching for? I don't know. Will I found it? I hope so. The only thing that I suspect is that I was searching for something at 5000km of my home when this thing could be just there.
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