Stian - In Transit

My detachment started long ago, but is far from complete. Sometimes blunt, occasionally poorly, but quite often sharp, and anything but arbitrary. I am seeking something else than digital awakening at 6.30, something else than people who do not dare meet eyes on the way to work, other values than increased income and consumption. Yes, even I may get dazzled sometimes, but I am certainly aware of it. To me traveling is just as much about the people I meet on my way, as the places I actually visit. It is about respect and interest, about curiosity and attention, it is about knowledge and expertise, about impact and constant shift in boundaries, about hunger and the will to let go of something in order to achieve something else; yes, it is about change, reconciliation, and the mere idea of being in transit.

And suddenly I am there, at the perfect spot, where Gaia gently slides over into blue. Calm steps down by the sea. With long gone ships still vaguely visible on the horizon. The sun glows softly on my face, as it is about to settle after a long day’s work. My hands filtering sand… I am remaining in transit – just like I knew it had to be.