Stories To Tell

Do you ever get the weird feeling when something ends? Like when youve been on a long journey and finally arrive at your house and stop the car. The radio stops its unending moaning, music stops, speaking fades away and all youre left with is complete silence. The journey ended. You left and you got back. You arrived and you returned. And you get a strange feeling of emptiness?

Whenever I park my car at my house, my car feels its done its job. But I feel like something ended, I feel empty. I had something, a journey, and then it ended. And now Im left with...what? Im back to square one, back to where I left. Like I never did anything. Like I never left. Like I escaped from reality and then came back to the cruel world that is and always will be.

And when youre driving back to your life you realize that your journey will end. You dont want your journey to end, you want it to continue. You liked the journey..you loved it. It was so much fun, it was an exciting experience, it was a thing you'll talk about when you grow old. It was a journey. And when youre getting closer to your normal routines, normal boring repeating days, you get the feeling. Feeling of "I felt alive." And you wonder why you dont feel alive all the time, every day of your life.

Its the thing, getting away, fleeing from reality. Doing something different. For me, its getting away from my house, meeting new people, making a total fool out of myself and telling fun stories about it years later. Doing something out of ordinary. Making a difference. You can never truly succeed at something by copying someone. You can only make a difference by living your own life, and dedicating yourself to something. Dedicating yourself to your journey.

We all walk along. We all see others and envy, copy and mimic others who we think are "better" than ourselves. Are they? Were a weird species; humans. We feel jealous, we dont appreciate our skills, we rarely feel happy about what we are or what weve done. But if you think about it, if we all feel that way theres always someone whos jealous about you and what youve done. Someones always jealous about your smile, your laughter, your muscles, your fashion sense or your eyebrows. But they never let you know. Because you never let them know you find their fingertips extremely attractive, do you? No, because that would be weird. That would be different, that would be unacceptable. Or would it?

And who cares after all? You got your journey, and you meet others who got their journeys. Some journeys cross for some period of time, and you feel whatever you tend to feel. And then feelings fade, and new crossings appear. But you shouldnt let insignificant things affect your journey in a negative way, thats just stupid. Its your journey, not anyone elses.

So whenever you sit down after a trip to Africa or wherever and feel emptiness, think about the stories. You had an experience. You had a new story to add into your diary. And your stories are probably more exciting than those of your friends. Because you left and arrived. And you got a story to tell.

You had a new twist to your journey.