I’m no fun when it comes to riding a jeep, or traveling for
that matter. I don’t know if those whom I have traveled with noticed it, but
whenever I’m on a ride, my system automatically shuts down. I become quiet. Usually
that would be an indication that it is now my subconscious that’s working.
I enjoy traveling. For me it’s a form of therapy and an
escape. It is a time when I lock myself up from reality and try to think really
hard. That’s how my ride becomes a journey -- a journey to my soul. It is a
journey about my issues, hopes, insecurities, could-have-been, and my other
wishful thinking that I try to ignore and push away as I try to cope up with
reality. With LIFE.
Long ride doesn’t bother me, so does traffic and waiting for
other passengers to fill up the jeep (Unless I’m running late to my class or to
an important meeting). I enjoy the moment as I listen to the omnipresent sound
of the world and slowly it turns into poetry of noise as I start to embark on
my journey.
