It’s just that in this purpose of my wandering and getting lost I lose my purposelessness…
My friends call me a wanderlust, biker, gypsy… I’m all and none. In my nomadic ways and being on the road I find my ground, always – humility and gratitude; I feel so insignificant in comparison to the vastness of the universe, yet, significant enough to touch a chord somewhere. Which is what I do when I am not wandering; touching lives significantly; helping people find their anchor and freedom in their own little ways..
The more I wander, the more I come back, to my inner truth…
The day is not far when my worldly belongings will just become a bag of clothes and a few books and walking shoes… just a bag! Got nowhere to belong to, but myself… Swayyam, yes, will be a place which is my creation but not mine… where I am one among the many, but no ONE..
We all have our moments of emptiness and void, at least I do…. And these are the moments of going within I find, that, for me, freedom is the only way to be – A free spirit, like I was born… I experience this in moments of my rides with the wind on my face and the carefree abandonment…
Freedom does not mean lack of responsibility – on the contrary more freedom is more responsibility….and I LOVE IT!
