I was inspired to write because of this.
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/dont-date-a-girl-who-reads/
There isn't going to be much of a point for this. I have no real "agenda" or "point I want to make". I just felt inspired to write, something.
Writing is the one thing I have where the gut takes precedence over the mind. In everything I've done, everything I've ever given a damn about, I've never been able to put down certain missed connections. Some things seem misaligned, unstraightened, or somehow off. And I'll always make it "perfect" but it never seems "right". That's why I've failed so many times at minimalism. Because I can't seem to put things down. I can't stop adding things and making changes until it overwhelms everything.
I've never been a great storyteller. I've observed myself over and over and as great and amazing as "that thing that happened" happened, I cannot never seem to bring it up to a level that "that thing" deserves. Except bad stories. I seem to have a knack for bad stories. Like the time I almost shot a guy by accident. Or the time I caused my platoon to get punished because of I wore slippers to the ground floor. Or the time I confessed to my crush and she said that she wanted to focus on her studies, only to find her with a boyfriend that lasted barely a month, one year later during her actually important exam year. Oh, and she met him for only 4 days prior.
I don't have many good, good stories.
Travelling is one of the greatest luxury that this generation has, second only to instant and global reach of the internet. As much as I hate transportation, I'll always love train rides. And train stations.
I don't have very many great stories from my travels. They are all captured by many small moments from great friends I've made. All we did was take a walk in the park and buy cakes or beer and just talk about life and each others' culture. And they make terrible stories,
but I loved each and every one of those moments.
http://wherearemyheels.com/2012/05/12/date-a-boy-whos-travelled/
Another article that sums up how and why I enjoy travel. Especially the coming home part.
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