The Traveler

Cold. Quiet. Comfy. The dry air in the plane didn't seem to bother her at all. The dimmed light felt like velvet softly touching her skin. Travelling to her was truly magical. For what it felt like a couple of minutes actually was already 4 hours. She was four hours on the flight bringing her to a part of the world where no one knows her. Intrigued. But deep down, eighteen inches from her brain to her heart, she travels only for travelling's sake. She does not need to go no where. As they say, the great affair is to move. Staying idle used to fascinate her, but to move is to realise. To seek for the unknown and only to find it when you return home.

The world is a book. Those who does not travel, can only read a page.

Books are her passion. This time, For One More Day by Mitch Albom. Perfect match-ups. Flipped cover to cover in a matter of couple of hours. 35.95$ hole in her very lightly filled pocket. But lessons on life she learnt from Albom's script was priceless. It was the epilogue. The end of the book. Timing can never be more brilliant when the darkness started to unfold in a breathtaking way. The clear blue sky with puffy white clouds were now changing hues. The clouds looked like soft pink cotton candy. Deep tangerine and light purple shade emerged from the horizon. The sun was setting to the west. She deciphered her bearings. On her right was the exact east. She gazed out of her icy plane window while trying to understand the meaning between those lines written on the book. One word crossed her mind.

"Transition"

From clear blue to pitch black. From joy to sorrow. From life to death. God made it crystal to her on that day. Or so she thought. The turning point to downfall will always begin with something beautiful. The utmost climax. The true beauty reveals. At the peak, everything looks stunning. But bear in mind for what's waiting for you at the bottom. Be prepared to hit rock bottom whenever you're at the top.

And that is how life goes on. When its time for night has to give way to day light, the sun rises. To get up from a fall, it begins with something significant. Small, but has got meanings to it.

It doesn't hurt to be a little apprehensive sometimes, wouldn't it?

To her, traveling is not about seeking new landscapes or new places. Its about having new eyes. A new outlook on life.