What motivates you to do this ? What inspires you to embark on such a trip ? Or simply, why?
That question burns on the lips of many people I meet along the way. And they often ask it. One could think that answering it is easy. It is not. Because the answer is intimately linked with the most precious thing I have, my deeper self, and it is hard to rawly expose it to people I met less than 20 seconds ago. But as I go, the connection with it grows stronger and therefore gives me more confidence to bring it up to the outside world. This is the first and most important part of this journey, despite if I even myself sometimes get too involved in the adventurous part of it. Don’t get me wrong, that is an important part too, but ultimately it is secondary. Maybe secondary is not the best way to put it. It is the tool, the vehicle, for the primary cause. Both the inner and the outer journey feed each other. They are interlinked, deeply connected because they aren’t actually two different paths but the two dimensions of a unique life, the one of the human and the other of the being.
Who am I ? What am I ? Who is I ? That is a question that humans have asked themselves for time immemorial times. According to my own experience, it is only once you truly decide to answer it, that you start walking towards happiness which is totally different than pleasure. It is only when I realized that what I had been looking for everywhere in the world with occupations, situations, possessions and relations, could only be found inside, that my restless unhappy mind started to grow quieter. Even if it took me into some very dark country, I am thankful to have that bond with deep introspection because it eventually allowed me to get a glimpse of the light I have been hoping to find for a long time, I. Everything I am doing now is just walking towards it, well walking and cycling along my very own route, the only route that leads to I. It is obvious to say that we all have a unique I, hence it means that we all have a different route too, that we can choose to follow or not. Most people are on parallels or even perpendicular routes, not knowing where they go, reading the wrong signs, or just following the herd, on the highway that leads nowhere, with fancy hotels and restaurants. Even if everyone’s path to his own I is different, they are similar in the sense that there is no one else on it, that one has to fully commit her.himself to it, that water and food might be scarce but tastier because wild, that there is no luxury hotel but you sleep under a thousand stars. For some it is longer and harder than for others, but for all it is rough and beautiful. Once one get in shape, s.he doesn’t notice the hardship anymore but just contemplates the beauty and is rewarded with tremendous, endless joy.
My own route involves to intrigue others and drop tiny seeds in their heart. At the moment, I have two tools for it. Writing and fully embracing my adventurous positive personality, by totally committing to my quest and leaving my door open to everyone I meet en route. Furthermore, my outer journey perfectly echoes my inner one and therefore feeds and facilitates it. By being detached from most materialistic superficiality, by being free of all social codes, I can focus more easily on the essential. Because in both dimensions I am following my very own route, off the beaten track, wild, rough and filled with beauty, it is harder to get lost. If I get lost outside, I remember that all that matters is inside and what is happening is what it is. Therefore, I am not lost anymore. If I get lost inside, the adventure reminds me the journey I am on, to step back, observe and get back on track. Because both are aligned, the mind creating pendular duality vanishes and I can stand still in the middle. At least for a moment, the road is still long ahead of me.
Putting words on the paths towards the I, the route towards the light is always difficult as it cannot be caged in words. But it is an exercise worth trying because it can always show a glimpse of it, it can always unveil a few rays of its light. Hard it is to see the light, harder it is to walk towards it. Wonderful is the light, wonderfuller it is to walk towards it. All I can say is that it is worth it.
Tramping, cycling, running, skiing, travelling, I keep exploring this amazing planet we live on. The following texts give an insight of my various wanderings. From poetry to trip reports or thoughts on particular subjects, this pages try to reflect how I travel through this modern world.