remarkable
About special remarks in life.
NOMADICS
1/14/20244 min read
Welcome to my weekly chronicle, dear reader.
When you're a full-time traveller, you embrace adventures.
But it all depends. If you're a superb extrovert, that's amazing.
If you're a 51% extrovert like me, it can be also good but challenging.
If you're an introvert, after a few months you'll likely change your views a lot.
About my own trips, sometimes I get lost on purpose or walk through streets most tourists wouldn't.
Although I've been to touristic spots, I usually prefer what the locals would see or do.
There's where you can find the real 3Cs: city, country, culture.
Most of the time I'm eating out alone, sometimes I'm eating with another person or a few people. Sometimes I try the same foods but in different places.
Like in Kosovo I tried finding the best burek in 7-8 different bakeries.
Here in Albania I'm still searching for a great gyros.
But it seems nothing compares to the gyros I had in Greece's Thessaloniki.
And it still seems nothing compares to the sweet pie I had in Toulouse, France, in 2022 and 2023. I'm hoping to try it again soon.
That's life, and we all have special people, foods, and places that make our memories remarkable.
We all have desires, hopes.
In the past, I would do things I never thought of doing.
You as well, you have done so many things you never thought of doing.
When I see I'm surrounded by similar strangers, I sometimes smile and feel good.
But then I see all of us becoming metropolitan humans.
You, and me we are all in the same boat.
I would feel crazy or weird, and for most humans being nomadic itself is a constant state of craziness. It feels weird at a certain extent because you know where you like.
You know where you are treated best.
You know where to go, where to come back.
Where not to go.
But nowhere ever feels like home.
And your own homeland is a place you don't wish to comeback because you don't have one.
So-called home brings such a weird feeling, but it feels like that in most places.
The world is so huge. Limitless to a certain point.
A point where we are all living, diying, living, dying, living.
Days come and pass by, and what have we lived? What crazy experiences did we have?
What dreams we made and that we worked on them so that they could become true?
What fuc**** situations made us feel ALIVE?
What made us realize about things we couldn't before?
You don't need drugs to feel there's something running through your veins.
Travelling is not like an addiction but it gives you such a liberating, powerful, intense sensation when these hormones work out together.
Memories are there for everyone without Alzheimer.
You start to realize that nothing is the same.
The old experiences cannot be lived again.
The same river has new waters.
The same land is never intact.
It feels like you're on an endless, infinite road.
But although it's good, it's also fuc**** crazy because you don't want to be nothing.
And you want to keep searching for meanings.
Some people have told me, you're a nomad, so you're living the dream.
Indeed. We are grateful for experiencing things 99% of people won't ever do.
Beind nomadic versus normal life. The first being the state of craziness.
Collins says:
If you describe someone or something as crazy, you think they are very foolish or strange.
Cambridge points out:
Stupid and unreasonable behaviour, speech, situations, etc.
But aren't we humans somehow strange, unreasonable, and sometimes doing stupid things?
It's not just about the nomads. There's some craziness in everyone, everywhere.
Some smoke, some drink alcohol, others do drugs, watch porn, or confess all their sins to the priest.
Some will portray a persona, an image.
Some use religions to kill others.
Some will kill themselves for the sake of other people. Contemporary kamikazis.
Aren't we all in a loop of crazy minds!?
Oxford brings a perspective on what's normal:
Typical, usual or ordinary; what you would expect.
But what would we expect? NO EXPECTATIONS.
Hence, the uncommon, the strange, the unorthodox, the crazy, the eccentric.
And at the same time, I see the beauty behind those clothes, smiles, those faces.
I see the fuck*** beauty. The remarkable beauty of humanity.
*I put the **** as I'm a fan of daily life interactions but don't say swear words myself, so whenever reading them they're a synonym for an amazing and surprising thing. And if I did want to use them, my views, my own.
About you, if you want to say swear words, an alternative may be replacing saying for thinking. Thinking is more self-controlled and polite.