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It is one thing to be by yourself. It is another to be together. It’s one thing to have only yourself to turn to. It’s entirely another to have others there with you. It is one; the loneliest number that could ever be. It is one multiplied by any number other than itself; friendship, companionship, support.
Alone or Not To Be Alone: Traveling's Mindset
Camron Karsten2007-01-23 13:16:13
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It is one thing to be by yourself. It is another to be together. It’s one thing to have only yourself to turn to. It’s entirely another to have others there with you. It is one; the loneliest number that could ever be. It is one multiplied by any number other than itself; friendship, companionship, support.
Traveling can be extremely difficult, especially while on the solo track. You find yourself confounded by a deep-seated loneliness and you discover you have nobody, nothing—no idea of what to do, how to do it, and when you end up there, wherever there might be, will anyone ever find you?
I was on that boat, that churning rail-line on a one-way track. The currents carried me, the waves thrashed my vessel. The track rose up, and the track fell down. I threw coals into the fire, and it chugged further, but I was alone (the sole captain, the lone conductor), deep-seated in loneliness, too far to ever turn back.
On the road, you might be alone. You might be experiencing these feelings. You might think you’re so far along on your own personal journey that no one else could
possibly be near you, at your side and available for support. Nope. Wrong.
Can I give you a hint?
You are never alone.
Like-Minded & The Paths
I met her years ago. She was quiet, calm, beautiful in a manner of complete respect. There were things about her I knew I would never know, things that were hers, forever hers.
I had been traveling for sometime. I was on my own pilgrimage, discovering a path of the soul, paving my trail away from the family and friends I knew, and emerging into a world within my own dreams. The journey up until that time was of isolation, rowing across empty seas, ascending the nomadic hillsides of the hermit’s region. Yes, I was alone, and I believed it.
In the summer of 2005 an opportunity crossed my path. I was reading the Seattle Weekly and my eyes ran upon an intriguing
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