Through the years, I’ve traveled quite a bit, be it holiday vacations with friends, mission trips and backpacking trips. For the latter two, most of which I signed up alone.
Some were inspired to follow suit, some asked “Isn’t travelling alone boring? Won’t you feel lonely?” Well, I would be lying if I said I never felt lonely at all through all my travels. I remembered one time I was stranded under a pitch black bridge at Fisherman’s Wharf, Taipei. There was a couple on my left, another on my right, hugging and probably whispering sweet-nothings to each other while rain-watching [sounds romantic but more like waiting for the rain to stop la]. That was the *shittest (pardon the expletives) experience from all my travels so far. But other than that, no other experience has even come close. Traveling alone is fun, fun, fun! You get to … wait this is not what this story is about. I’ll save it for a future entry.
What’s scarier is being a room jam-packed with people but one never felt lonelier in all his life. The reverse could also occur; being alone in a foreign place, with foreign entities all around but never alone in mind and spirit. For he is lifted by the presence of G, family, friends and loved ones lingering all around him. You see, we gather our sense of belonging, self-worth and everything else from within, not without. Highs of all sorts, you may get the kick at the start, but eventually the loneliness comes back at you, and you need more of that high [in substance or activity] to get back the same high. You see, it is what’s going on in the heart that matters.
So the question is, what’s going on within?