For most of us, travelling is like breathing, normal and natural. We always look for new places/cities/countries/continents to explore, being able to experience others' live in days, in weeks, in months, or in years. By connecting to the world, we feel satisfied and know ourselves more... then... when we are tired of the new things, we go back home and am eager to be surrounded by all familiar things, friends, and family... however, sooner or later... we would take our packs and go for next trips.... it's an endless cycle... we know it, but can't help it...
In the past few trips, I realized that somehow I lost some excitement while travelling. I keep going, still love going somewhere to see new things and meet new people, but am much easier to get bored. I talked to people, but forgot their names in days, or in minutes. I took the maps to walk around, to take photos, to meet nice people, and to do whatever a tourist would do, but then all the difference in various places became one thing, difference, which I might feel sometimes even in Taiwan. There are many places I want to visit but haven't done yet. I just need some new elements for my following trips, although I am not sure what those elements could be. The world is too big and too small. Then I asked myself, what next while even pretending to be local is not exciting anymore?
A good article at http://www.backpackers.com.tw/forum/showthread.php?t=54979 was forwarded by a friend. According to the author, we broke through the definition of beauty once and once through travelling, and then the definition and meaning of travelling and feeling about places became unique only to ourselves, no matter what the rest of world says. To her, the meaning of travelling is to dip in an unfamiliar culture and feel it, the same meaning and feeling as sitting in a cafe in Taipei. To her, travelling is the position by which she reads the world. The Author quotes a line from Osho "People do not reach destinations because of running, but they do when they stop."
The article for sure aroused echo in my heart. However there is still something I have to figure out by myself. Why am I not as excited as before when I heard someone visited a new country, but am more excited when I heard someone describing his experience of bringing some stationary to the kids in Angkor Wat?
