I travel on. I don’t know where I am going. I have been
travelling for a long time in search of something. I don’t know what that
“something” is, yet I travel on. Ever since 2008, when I left my home for a
year abroad, I have never settled back down. I have changed many houses yet my
home remains the same and I haven’t spent that long in my home. I wish I could
be home. But I also wish to keep travelling on. Towards the unknown. Toward the
unseen. He, my mentor, once traveled too. He saw the world. Experienced the
universe. And then he returned home. Was he also travelling towards a place
unknown? Was he also unsure and uncertain? Was he also searching for something
he did not know? He must be standing up there, looking at me and smiling. Are
you proud of me? That is the only question I want an answer to.
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