Road Trip

Thursday, the 12th of February 20026. You know, uh, I'm going to be driving out to a location somewhere in Essex and then I'm going to be driving to London. It, um, often reminds me, or at least, uh, what it is that I'm trying to say is that this journey reminds me of um, just how

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much I'd like to move, movement, motion. These are things that often get me in sync with, it just makes me feel natural. Makes me feel like I'm alive. It makes me feel like, uh, I guess I'm balanced, so to speak. 

Um, and it often makes me wonder whether I was just basically born to be a traveller, whether I was born to just basically constantly be moving. 

Not exactly a rolling stone, so to say, um, because I do genuinely believe that um, there is a place that I do call home, but at the same time, I've never really had the impression that I was meant to be still stagnant in the same place, seeing the same faces, having the same conversations. Over and over again, to the point at which I drive myself absolutely insane. 

Um, one thing that I can say for certain um, is that this squidgy brain that I have in between my 2 earlobes is definitely there for stimulating, new experiences, new faces, new challenges, new questions, new answers. 

All of these things. Um, you know, uh, I'm not entirely certain if it's part of uh, of my neurological makeup, but one thing I can say for certain is that I struggle very much to say still, and I tend to be at peace when I'm in movement, like, you know, I've spoken about this before, but even sitting on a train, and watching the scenery change as I sit on that train, contemplating on all the things that I've learned, about class, about society, about people, about religion, philosophy, politics, you name it. 

I feel like I'm constantly meant to be on the move. I'm not entirely certain if I was ever built to be a lab rat spinning around the wheel, the same wheel over and over again.