It’s not about the destination it is about the journey. You must appreciate the process of moving, going, expanding, overcoming and many other things – apparently. Sounds fabulous, but I just cannot over come The Big Metal Tube of Doom (aeroplane). So how I am supposed to enjoy the journey?
I have been travelling today. But there are no fancy instagram filter photos or birds eye view of food at restaurants or selfies with friends to show you. I neither had any good photo opportunities, any good food or any friends. I am visiting my parents with my girlfriend. It is all about the destination.
Firstly, let me be clear I am not scared of flying. That is not the issue. The issue is that I am locked physically and mentally in a very confined space with a lot of people I do not know.
It gives me time to think.
That is both the best and worst gift my mind could have. Free thinking time can create new writing, new paintings, drawings and ideas. Or it can turn on me, just like that scorpion who got a piggy back from that bear to cross the river. [Spoiler] He stings the bear and they both drown, with the scorpion saying the now infamous line ‘but it is my nature.’
My mind is that scorpion, and it will happily sting me, even if it means we both suffer.
Today we both suffered. The journey was difficult, who knew carrying a scorpion would be such a burden? But we made it to the destination, and now all I have to worry about is how to get a talking scorpion through customs.
P.S Travelling around a lot for the next few days with no laptop or regular internet. Apologies for no artwork and short/late posts.