Travellers Curse
It is a fierce and terrible thing to be a traveller trapped in one space.

There is an inertia that I need to overcome each and every time I return from travel. It is the rapid, heady force of excitement, overwhelm, and the constant of the unfamiliar; that is suddenly halted by the heavy familiarity of the routine, that now seems mundane. The comfort of home that I may have longed for while away, I now begin to disdain.
Is this the curse of the traveller’s soul? Is this why it is so difficult for most of us to stay in one job more more than a couple of years? Are we prisoners of wanderlust? Is our desire to know The Other so strong, the we can no longer appreciate The Same? Is the familiar really so bad?
Is the shock of boredom to our system simply evidence of an idle mind, that is no longer being entertained? Perhaps… Perhaps it is simply evidence of a restless soul.
Is the secret to joy, knowing that adventure must be sought, for it cannot find you? We join hands with adventure as it runs past us with wild abandon. If adventure were to stop, to find us, it would cease to be adventure at all. It would be something tame, something familiar, something else.
It is my firm conviction that adventure calls to each of us. All in our own way. Some of us are called to relationships, some to children, the South Pole, Desert Races, Everest expeditions, raising Huskeys, learning languages and cultures... All of them their own adventure.
None of us on this planet has been designed for the boredom that comes with stagnant familiarity. Stagnancy is a universally abhorrent notion.
The question is never if Adventure is calling, but rather; to what? Where is Adventure calling you next?
