I travel a lot. On foot and by trains mostly.
Travelling on foot has a purpose, so no problem here.
Traveling by train has no purpose, no meaning, and therefore hard to understand.
Am I taking a train ride to Mandalay? A town I love so much, a town good for fun and music and nothing else for me? Or am I going to Yangon? A new place, a new town that invokes the fear of unknown as well as promises great expectations, challenges, exploits and opportunities?
I read a lot too. For no particular reasons.
Take a lot of notes, dump a lot of notes.
Learn a lot, see a lot, understand a lot. But write very little, even for my diary, let alone this blog or any other place.
For no particular reasons.
Summer vacation. Free, loaf, drift, read for fun, play for fun. Travel for curiosity, read for pure curiosity.
How long can the summer last? How many years have gone in this summer? How many more days will this last?
In my youth, the seasons go like, in Myanmar, Summer(Hot season), Rainy season, Winter(Cold season).
Summer is for loafing.
Rainy season means new/upper/higher class, new lessons, new teachers, new learnings, new understandings, and maybe new friends too.
Winter means long runs, long games, hard studies, exams and tests, prizes and awards, and achievements and recognition.
I didn't have any problem with any season. Neither do I now.
Sweet summer! Then, what?
In Life(or to be more accurate in moods), summer can be followed by winter or rains, or even a new summer!
My Summer is sweet. But it just feels too long. Can't be sustained. When will it be over?
I still want to ...
I still intend to ...
I still believe I can conquer the world somehow.