A New Travel/Literature Blog

It has been a year this month since I last posted an entry on this blog. It hasn’t been a year since I wrote anything, on the contrary my short, ‘River of Blood’ was published in Bunburry Magazine and will be published in print in an Anthology later this year. I finally gained the courage to send off a short story, and I am glad I conquered my fear of people reading my fiction. As Eleanor Roosevelt states,

“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.”

Bunburry Mag

Bunburry Magazine

But sometimes you just need to switch off, and write for yourself. In September I started a Masters at Exeter University in Creative Writing and English, which has got my fingers tapping harder than ever before. So, now I think it is time to write in the open once more…

An Unlikely Pilgrimage

As Rachel Joyce eloquently states in her book The Unlikely Pilgrimage, it makes sense that if we keep putting one foot in front of the other we will eventually reach our destination. But sometimes for a person like me who suffers from depression, the hardest part of our journey is to keep going, to put one foot in front of the other. To face the mundane.

“People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.”

Rachel Joyce, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry

It’s a lonely life pretending to feel normal, to feel a part of the people and activity going on around you when you have always felt separate. When I meet new people I wonder if they feel like I do. Closed in inside their bodies, watching me from within, as I watch them. A body is designed for human touch, but a faulty design has meant I am hidden inside a body that has become desensitized. When this body is meant to cry, it wants to laugh out loud. When it is expected to laugh, it pretends, embarrassed that it is sad. A human body at fault.

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“The least planned part of the journey, however, was the journey itself.”

Rachel Joyce, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry

But the journey can be exciting, the best part is the unexpected twists and turns that happen in our lives. You never know what is going to happen next, especially if your are open to the wealth of new experiences that make this world so beautiful and being human, even a broken one, so worthwhile.

All I Want is to Walk into the Wild..

“There is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun”

Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

When I left home I went on an adventure. I went to Israel to work in a kibbutz. Within the month I had left my friends and went on my own. I sat on the bus to Tel-Aviv alone, scared and alive for the first time in my life. I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing. Every morning was a new sun, a new life and new experiences.

8589130438502-into-the-wild-wallpaper-hdThis is how life should be. We should wake up every morning to a new horizon, new adventures not knowing what to expect. But we don’t. We plan and organise. We wake up to the same sun as yesterday, the same job, the same bills, the same neat organised life we work so damn hard to maintain.

Chris McCandless refused to do this. He kept going when I came back. He walked into the wild while I returned to the dogmatic belief that a University degree is what you must have in life. I was already living, I should not have returned, now I am only existing.

Life isn’t about existing, it’s about experiencing. Chris McCandless wasn’t reckless, he had the energy of  youth. To experience every moment.

I now walk into the wild…

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