One thing I really miss during my bag-packing trip is the journey taken from one city to another; regardless it is travelled by Bus, Train or Ferry. The journey itself provides you the luxury of time to reflect, inspire by a good book and reminiscing the past. Your thoughts wander around vicariously like the Pluto in the universe while you are still in your seat moving forward to your next destination. Once in a while, when your karma reaps, you might be able to get to know a fellow back-packer exchanging wonderful conversations about life and experiences or when the sound of a familiar accent, "No lah, is it?" starts to annoy you and what the hell!!
While our thoughts are constantly floating somewhere, I can't help but to wonder (There you go, my thoughts start to wander again) where do all these thoughts go? Is there a place when the thoughts gather together bitching at us of how we are not letting go of our past even though there is nothing we can change, how we get too excited or fearful about the future that we already imagine what is going to happen.
If that's our thoughts, what purpose do they serve? Although we can't restrain our thoughts but we sure can utilize our time in a better way that benefits us. Thus, I choose to go with the flow. Be at the present. Participate in my journey by looking out the windows and indulge in the scenery...
