The wanderlust syndrome

Humans are one of the few species in the planet that get to live up to 80 years or 90, if they're extremely lucky. In this new period of evolution, humans do not require to migrate during the seasons. However, for some humans, this primitive instinte has not faded away throughtout the centuries. Some of us spend most of life craving adventure, craving the need to leave our nests and feeling with our own senses the places that most only get to see on pictures. 

This rare trait has been named by experts and the people alike as The wanderlust. The wanderlusters like myself constantly find themselves looking out of the window thinking of the next destination, thinking of that place that will finally satisfy this thrist that only exist in our hearts. We are usually not happy at come, we don't settle for content. Wanderlusters use the tools this new century has granted us to leave home in our twenties only to come back when rest is needed or we need time to plan our next adventure. 

Many find being a wanderluster a cool trend and try to classify themselves as one, however, the true wanderlusters never stop. We crave each others company as we only identify with others of our kind, creating this way a never-ending network of acquainteces all over the globe and opening ourselves to learning a second, sometimes a third or fourth language as we understand the importance of doing so in this ever more connected world. 

One of the main differences of a wanderluster is our definition of home. Even though we might seem to settle in one place and might have rooted there, deep in our hearts we understand that it only takes one or two suitcases to leave it all behind and take our homes with us. 

Many don't truly understand us, they think we are running from something, but the truth is that we are running to something. We live running towards the adventure, that satisfying feeling of the unknown, and the possibility of finding that thing our heart and soul needs. We, wanderlusters, know that the world is just too big, too amazing, and our lives are honestly too short to see it all. We know that money comes and goes, but the youth to be adventurers only comes once.

Comentarios

Publicar un comentario

Entradas populares de este blog

A prior birthday epiphany

I'm actually less than an hour I'm turning 23 and it's been quite a journey. in less than a year I went from heaven to hell back and forth so many times I lost count. I went from being surrounded b pole I loved in a way I never expected to being a stranger in my own hometown. To losing myself and learning about the kid I used I see in the mirror, to being happy to let the sadness tear me up from the inside.  Yes, I grew up, I was surprised, I allowed myself to be dissapointed by people for one last time, I let the wall keeping me away from falling for a guy down. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I say fight back. There are lessons I must never forget, and I mean it when I say never. The first comes to friends. Friends are magical beings that appear in your life and are loyal to you no matter what. They'd take the bullet for you. They'd swallow their sadness to cheer you up. Friends are beyond time and space, beyond destiny and destinations...
Leer más

First time

There are many first times. We crave them. Our first time outside the coutry, first time on our own, first time doing something crazy, or simply "the" first time. However, there are first times we don't know they are first times 'till it's too late. For example, our first time truly in love. When we're teenagers we have crushes, we think they are our first loves till we realize they're not. As we grow older we have our first kiss and, well, hopefully later, our first time. What we seem to forget is that we rarely share all those first times with the same person, that only happens in movies. Our first love comes later, when we know ourselves, when we less expect it. Our first love comes when you less expect it, that moment when you're off guard, when you might not want to be in love, when love is too silly to believe in.  As we grow older we meet new and more interesting people and there's someone, someone with whom you share a certain connecti...
Leer más

To The Object Of My Affection

I, from another land, met you in the summer, and you from another time, made your way as my lover,  I was reckless and didn't see the moon,  shining brighter, gravitating around you, and though I, I never was one for strings attached. l let you in, to be part of my life. Later the fall came, turning leaves in red, and so promises were made, nice things were said. It showed me that usual as you there are few, Cause you know no season, they avoid you, And though I, I never was one for sharing, Let me say, when you sleep, I lay staring. Finally an early winter came and it's far gone, I had no idea what was it like not spend it alone, I get it now, we're just outlaws of love, running away from anyone with a soul. And though I never was one for happiness, I summon thee and farewell loneliness.
Leer más