In search of difference. In search of confusion and of their own limits. Until finally they find it. Sometimes out of luck, sometimes out of destiny, sometimes just out of the exhaustion.
One only really knows themselves not from how they conformed, but from how they stepped outside their limits.
But doing so at times is tiring, and sometimes it seems that your will to move is limitless. Until one day, something clicks and you find yourself with your feet in a territory you had never imagined before.
Something about their air, the people, the food, the smells, the way the streets looked and felt that suddenly made you think one night :"this will be my new home now". "i am ready to settle down here for now". And that first night there will be something you'll never experience twice.
As you unzip that backback for the first time to finally put those clothes into a closet.
As you put down a toothbrush by your sink knowing it will be there tomorrow,
As you pull up the sheets of a bed you know is yours now,
As your wifi connects automatically,
And as you know tomorrow you will wake up in the same place,
Suddenly you feel content.
You're doing a life of work and living. Only this time it is different.
You don't mind the 9 to 17, or the crazy schedules, or seeing the same faces over and over.
Your eyes are untouched by the sting of mediocrity and the day to day you so badly wanted to run away from.
You are still a tourist in a new place. And you rejoice every minute of it. Until you feel like escaping something that became a day to day. Only this time, you won't be afraid to leave and start over. Because you've done it once. And you know you can do it again.