I wonder why journeying is so peaceful to me? I seldomly get itchy when I travel even when I'm delayed by some silly thing or some ridiculous amount of time. What can I do? But take it all in? So that is what I do. I take it all in. Just watching, just thinking. What I do not remember but at the time it seemed of enough importance to ponder.
And I wonder why the world going by is of such importance to me and I wonder what that means about me? Than I can sit for hours in silence watching the mountains break out and up, watching the little lights, the world's veins cutting through like the scores of a knife, or the winding waterways bringing some irregularity to the uniformed patch-worked fields. And why do slip roads off the highways turn this way or that? Where are these people going? Is that water or ice? Who paints these lines?
Why are these things so important that my mind feels so at liberty to explore and discover. These are questionable things yet they are so natural to me that they make me. They are my understanding and knowledge. My muse to provide my musings.
Why do words seem like work. Writing and reading so challenging while the sound of music in my ears and visions in my eyes are so effortless and easily pondered? Is it simply Lazyness? Or is their valid and important reasoning for these senses being at the forefront of my mind.
These are questionable things.
Then the question is 'for what reason'? 'Why'? Are these questions pondered for the sake of questioning? Or do I seek answers? Am I too willing to float on by as I journey on, taking it all in?
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Let us journey...
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