And in awaiting you, we have gone searching and seeking…
To the mountains of faraway lands and to the oceans and their foreign sands.
To the desert and the scorching sun and to Ali and his beloved son.
We have walked, pining, both by light and by night.
We seek you not through the eye but from the heart. We seek you before our end, despite your presence from the start.
And in this search, we look for a sign, and turn our gaze to the night skies. To the moon that shines so bright lighting up this blessed night.
And thus, we find our sign, and hear the night’s song and so, for you, we shall continue to long.
“We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.”
– Pico Iyer
Every three weeks or so , I try to take a day trip outside of my city. Whether it is half an hour away or two hours away. I do so to gain some perspective. Being a University student in a small city is sometimes very consuming. Leaving the city always gives me a bigger picture, allows me to see that which I cannot see when I am staring right at it.
My most recent trip was to Cambridge. I thought going to a place of such prestige and checking out the University would grant me some inspiration. Ironically enough, my favourite part of the day consisted of walking through the market. I saw fresh fruits, vegetables, little creative trinkets with inspirational quotes on them and then stumbled upon a second-hand book stall. Looking through the books, I searched for something inspiring, compassionate and spiritual – my genre for quite a bit now. Mind Body Soul. Searching for inspiration, motivation , I asked the owner if he had the Alchemist. He looked for it but didn’t find it and said that it wasn’t in the section he usually kept it in. I asked him to refer me to the section. Upon reaching there, my fingers walked through the books and I spotted Eckhart Tolle’s, ” A New Earth”. A book referred to me almost two years ago which I had tried to read. But sometimes books, they don’t flow in your being, don’t sync with your consciousness until you’re really ready for them.
I just started reading the book but its resonated with me quite beautifully. It speaks of this idea of “I” and becoming consumed with our own labels. Letting our own labels of ourselves not only restrict us but restrict our understanding of the world because we put everything into such distinct boxes and label them accordingly. As I sat at lunch and drank my cup of tea, I took a minute to stop my thinking, and looked around to look at the people who surrounded me in the room. They were all people but really , they were forces within each body. A force or an energy that I would not say is restricted by age but a living energy and that room was buzzing with everyone’s different energies. Whether it was the couple who sat next to me and hardly said anything to each other, to the two elderly beautifully-dressed talkative women who sat on my right. Then and there, I was hit with the thought that I, too was a force, an energy and had started to identify with the person I had become over the past few years. That which breaks this identification with the I is generally some kind of paradigm change brought about by a sudden change in one’s life however we could dis-identify from the I once we became aware of it… I’m only in the first chapter of the book but felt this idea to be somewhat of a revelation that I wanted to share. It’s worth taking a day out once in a while to gain some perspective.
Leaving that meal I felt like a different person but realized how much I identified with the me and how we look for assurance in other people’s view of who we are and try to fit into that category of who they think we are. But there’s a realization in the fact that people change, we change. Respect how you feel. Always.
Home is a beautiful place. After being on the go constantly, it’s nice to be able to call a place home. As with most things, after being away from it, you realize its true value. As soon as you land into your city , you feel the pouring in of unconditional support and love from every direction.
Being on the road is great, the meeting of new people and characters from around the world who really gel with your personality and are synced to your soul; but home is where you meet the people who know you and have known you and have respected your choices and your journey and have stood by your side encouraging you along the way. They’re the ones who respect your individuality and urge you to seek where it leads you to. They’re the people who listen to your stories attentively and whose eyes light up with excitement with every twist to your tales. They’re also the ones who believe in you and remind you of your potential and urge you along the way when the end is so very far away. I could not have come as far as I have without all of you. Please know that you are a very big part of my story and I am so grateful for this.
You see me in a certain light.. adventurous and brave , but I am as adventurous and brave as you make me. “When you change the way you see things, the things you see change.”
Fatim Chachi, I have to give you a special shoutout for always listening to my stories, pushing me along the way, reading my blogs and being such a great supporter. To my family, my friends, your support is so Very Appreciated. I’m pretty blessed. Thank you
” Set your life on fire, seek those who fan your flames.” – Rumi
Sometimes, pictures say more than I can.
These are taken off the coast in a place called Cinque Terre in Italy. One of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been to. Venice, Rome and Florence are historical but touristic. Cinque, a bit less touristic and more so nature- orientated.
Hikes along the water, sitting on ledges overlooking the Ocean, grabbing some bread and cheese from a local supermarket and meeting people from around the world.