3 Reasons Why I Want to Travel Solo
It is when you get lost that you find yourself. Losing oneself is the only way to discover one’s real self back. And travel gives that spiritual and philosophical opportunity to spend time in quiet contemplation. Amidst chaos is calm. Friedrich Nietzsche had said; "You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star." When your mind is in chaos and you have questions raging inside about the path you are following, about your identity, the cause of living on; remember there inside your core is calm and it holds all the answers- just like the place at the center of a storm is always calm. Traveling solo helps you to reach out to this inner core. So this is the first reason I want to travel solo- to reach my inner core.
Second reason- I am terrified of travelling solo. Yes, you read that right. I am so damn terrified to even take a public transport to a nearby place within the city. And it shows in my face. I look so lost and afraid and panicky. And when I am so, my sense of direction, roads, and talent of reading maps vanishes into thin air. I don’t know the art of putting up a straight and unbothered face even when you are boiling and bursting inside. When I am nervous, I look nervous; when I am sad, I look sad; when I am happy, it is clearly visible in my eyes; and when I am devastated, I look torn into pieces. That’s a big negative point. It puts you at a great disadvantage. Coming back from awry descriptions, I am not much of a risk taker. I know I just can’t pack my bags, stash some cash and some map apps, and go about solo. That’s the exact reason I want to travel solo.
Now, the third reason- I need to learn to trust more, open up more, and make new friends. I am an embarrassing failure at striking a casual conversation with anyone I don’t know well. I fail at creating a good rapport with most of my new colleagues. I guess I retreat to my shell whenever I don’t find the atmosphere conducive to my senses. I am a failure at initiating friendships and reaching out, and I am not at all proud of that. I don’t know the right reason, but I am miserable at making new friends. I always wish to meet new people and make acquaintances, from whom I can learn new things, know new perspectives to things, share knowledge, have long fruitful discussions about numerous things. Travelling solo, when you have no known person to depend on, but another traveler creates situations and makes way to new friendships. I wish.
PS: Maybe I should start by taking long walks in my neighborhood, and city, alone.