The travelling had begun for me a bit over two years now, and when I look back have I really stopped travelling? Or where does/did the stopping take place? or in fact have I travelled at all?
I guess the definition of travelling most likely be talking about a change in location, etc. From that prospective I have left my home in New Zealand and had moved through various destination, countries and cultures. Now, I could say I am in Sri Lanka, but when I think deeply to see if I have stopped my travelling in Sri Lanka, the answer is not very apparent to me.
During my earlier travels I have spent more than a few weeks at a place. Now, I have spent about a year and a half at one place, in the house I grew up in Sri Lanka.
BUT THE JOURNEY HAS NOT ENDED !! it seems...
It has always been experiences, and in fact an experience alone. One experience since the day we were born, and if it is personnel, the experience lapses when our human life expires.
Travelling is in a way looking at moment to moment experiences in a different light (through a travellers perspective). Rather, it is almost humorous to see how we missed the experience of moment-to-moment in our lives as a whole.
All creations of activity is in fact a moment-to-moment experience of our lives.
If one could view the world through the impersonal, one could see that the experiences had neither a beginning nor ending, but it is continuing moment-to-moment. Travelling or journey had never taken place. Rather, I had been, still am and will be... unmoved - it had always been a play of experiences...
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I guess the definition of travelling most likely be talking about a change in location, etc. From that prospective I have left my home in New Zealand and had moved through various destination, countries and cultures. Now, I could say I am in Sri Lanka, but when I think deeply to see if I have stopped my travelling in Sri Lanka, the answer is not very apparent to me.
During my earlier travels I have spent more than a few weeks at a place. Now, I have spent about a year and a half at one place, in the house I grew up in Sri Lanka.
BUT THE JOURNEY HAS NOT ENDED !! it seems...
It has always been experiences, and in fact an experience alone. One experience since the day we were born, and if it is personnel, the experience lapses when our human life expires.
Travelling is in a way looking at moment to moment experiences in a different light (through a travellers perspective). Rather, it is almost humorous to see how we missed the experience of moment-to-moment in our lives as a whole.
All creations of activity is in fact a moment-to-moment experience of our lives.
If one could view the world through the impersonal, one could see that the experiences had neither a beginning nor ending, but it is continuing moment-to-moment. Travelling or journey had never taken place. Rather, I had been, still am and will be... unmoved - it had always been a play of experiences...
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