FFT: Wanderl[o/u]st

Stepping off a plane to an unfamiliar city, people rustling through the crowds and you catch a whiff of an unfamiliar scent. The chatters of a foreign language, the multilingual road signs, the kindness of strangers who greet you like neighbours. The mountains are a different kind of majestic, the food is a splatter of art on a canvas – each with its own colour and every stroke is an effort to the cookery of an ingredient.


We are all humans. We have the same shell, but we bear a different pearl within us that contains a life’s worth of a world we grew up knowing – each one of us moulded by things we encounter, people we meet, friends we hold dear.

We are the same, and yet different. We have the same shell, but we communicate differently, we use different methods to convey our feelings, we build villages and cities based on hopes rooted from our ancestors. We pick up a different tool to get the work done. We use politics to draw a binding ribbon amongst nations and to help us grow individually, but collectively as one.

I am always intrigued when I encounter a different world. I think about that person at the food market who’s lived their life selling fruits to passerby’s with absolutely no knowledge of the universal language.

“You and I, we are the same human being. We carry different stories, we do different things, we love different people, we say different things, and yet I feel like I know you”

Travel has a way of stretching the mind. The stretch comes not from travel’s immediate rewards, the inevitable myriad new sights, smells and sounds, but with experiencing firsthand how others do differently what we believed to be the right and only way.”  ― Ralph Crawshaw

I look at people in different worlds and wonder how my life would’ve been shaped if I lived a life like theirs – in a world like theirs with the people they’ve encountered in life. I think about how we are all shaped differently in such a magical way.

When I travel I feel wanderlost in these thoughts.

However, I am not lost.

I feel least lost when I travel. I feel at home when I travel. I feel at ease when I travel.

Travelling is reconnecting with family scattered around the world that you have yet to get to know.

The moment I return home is the urge that rushes through me to map out my next adventure.

The world out there, unfamiliar to one, is worth discovering. You only learn to love, appreciate, and grow, when you witness a life that is built differently from yours but grows just as grand and rich as the one you’re familiar to.

Wanderlust isn’t merely a desire to travel, but a desire to live

“The impulse to travel is one of the hopeful symptoms of life.” ―  Agnes Repplier

Some wanderers travel to seek familiarity within unfamiliarity. We find what makes us different in what makes us the same.

We grow a stronger heart for the world when we travel. We become whole and more humble when we take a moment to understand a different culture.

 “We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.” ― Pico Iyer

When you travel, you lose all of yourself. You no longer have your car to drive, no house to go to, … all familiarity that we normally encounter back home. And instantly, you feel lost in a sea of unfamiliarity, but you take a deep breath and look up to the sky and realize that …  nothing there is yours, but you and the person standing across from you on that platform shares the same air, sun, and stars.

“Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but, by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.” ― Maya Angelou

Travel has become my religion, my belief. It is a way of life.

Travelling has become my way of life – wanderlust in wandering lost. 

One Comment Add yours

  1. tchan says:

    FFTs are my favourite and this was so beautifully written.

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