"Some roads are so beautiful that you cannot know whether you travel on the road or the road travels in you"-Mehmet Murat ildan
I read this quote early morning and I was stuck by the beauty and the truth of the statement. All through the day at a subconscious level I was taking a stroll down all the beautiful roads that still travel in me.
A vacant stretch of road so quiet, so peaceful that it immediately feels personal. In that moment I am not sharing the road with anyone and if I want to walk in reverse that’s what I do! My eyes fixed on the morning sun falling on the snowcapped hills and my back to everything I can ignore for the moment, including where I am going…
A Street bustling with faces, sounds, smells, colors. There is food, drinks, singing. You are either the busy bee bustling around searching for something or the leisurely soul just taking in everything, either ways you are not alone. This road is a shared experience and in the end all the individual faces, sounds, smells, colors beautifully blend into a postcard memory that stays with you.
Then there are the roads that are privy to all your hearts secrets, recall all the long walks with friends walking up and down the same stretch of road until it gets really dark and cold. There are roads that have seen you do the happy dance in the falling rain. There are roads that tricked you, challenged and sometimes got the better of you. There are roads that have seen you persevere as you took to cycling or driving for the first time.
Sifting through all these images, I came across two kinds of roads: the ones that crossed paths with me just once and the ones that were a good part of my life. Digging deeper, on one hand were the roads that I went seeking for and on the other were the roads that always brought me back home. For one the beauty lay in the unfamiliarity, in the peaceful desolation, an instantaneous connection like a strong physical attraction. For the other set it was the routine familiarity, the conversations, the companionship..
Both these roads are beautiful in their own right.. and I can honestly say that they travel long and deep in my memories..
I read this quote early morning and I was stuck by the beauty and the truth of the statement. All through the day at a subconscious level I was taking a stroll down all the beautiful roads that still travel in me.
A vacant stretch of road so quiet, so peaceful that it immediately feels personal. In that moment I am not sharing the road with anyone and if I want to walk in reverse that’s what I do! My eyes fixed on the morning sun falling on the snowcapped hills and my back to everything I can ignore for the moment, including where I am going…
A Street bustling with faces, sounds, smells, colors. There is food, drinks, singing. You are either the busy bee bustling around searching for something or the leisurely soul just taking in everything, either ways you are not alone. This road is a shared experience and in the end all the individual faces, sounds, smells, colors beautifully blend into a postcard memory that stays with you.
Then there are the roads that are privy to all your hearts secrets, recall all the long walks with friends walking up and down the same stretch of road until it gets really dark and cold. There are roads that have seen you do the happy dance in the falling rain. There are roads that tricked you, challenged and sometimes got the better of you. There are roads that have seen you persevere as you took to cycling or driving for the first time.
Sifting through all these images, I came across two kinds of roads: the ones that crossed paths with me just once and the ones that were a good part of my life. Digging deeper, on one hand were the roads that I went seeking for and on the other were the roads that always brought me back home. For one the beauty lay in the unfamiliarity, in the peaceful desolation, an instantaneous connection like a strong physical attraction. For the other set it was the routine familiarity, the conversations, the companionship..
Both these roads are beautiful in their own right.. and I can honestly say that they travel long and deep in my memories..
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