Waiting for Inspiration

                                       
Travel requires a certain openness to being amazed, a desire to wake up every morning full of wonder, predisposed to witnessing the daily miracle of human interaction.

Here's the thing: we roll upon the surface of this earth. Those of us who roll a little farther know this--that it's not that we have more opportunities to do so, but that we should pay attention to what happens when we eventually bump into others.

Every morning we wake up at the precipice of what's known (the past) and stare into the fullness of what could be (the potentiality of the future). We dive into it, we swim in it, we swallow in great gulps of it. There is an immortality waiting to be grabbed at, there is more to this life than simply passing through it. There is an eternality and a continuity in the million million stories of how two people meet, or, in continually rolling, of how we meet ourselves.

These days, I've been waiting for inspiration to hit. I've been waiting for an external boost to remind me why I should be excited to be gadding about this world. But you can't wait around for someone or something else to inspire you. You just need to wake up every morning and make the choice for yourself. Whether or not you travel, you can make more out of life from the choice to pay attention to what is already beautiful and wondrous.