Sunday, November 18, 2012

To travel is to...

I was just goofing the net, trying to muster up the willingness to start writing. I stumbled upon a crazy load of quotes in one page about traveling and here are some of my favorites:





“Books are the plane, and the train, and the road.
They are the destination, and the journey.
They are home.” 
― Anna QuindlenHow Reading Changed My Life

“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.
I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.” 
― Robert Louis StevensonTravels with a Donkey in the Cevennes


“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness,
and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.
Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men
and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.” 
― Mark TwainThe Innocents Abroad/Roughing It


“But that's the glory of foreign travel, as far as I am concerned. I don't want to know what people are talking about. I can't think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can't read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can't even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.” 
― Bill BrysonNeither Here Nor There: Travels in Europe


“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again;
we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life” 
― Jack KerouacOn the Road


“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” 
― Gustave Flaubert


“Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.” 
 Neil GaimanThe Graveyard Book


“...there ain't no journey what don't change you some.” 
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas


“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.” 

― J.R.R. TolkienThe Fellowship of the Ring


“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” 
― Cesare Pavese


“I didn't know that the world could be so mind-blowingly beautiful.” 
― Justina Chen Headley


“We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.” 
― Pico Iyer



If everything isn't going your way, I pray that you at least get to travel...

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Compartmentalizing

There's comfort in boxes. One for this, one for that. One for you, one for me. There. Everybody's happy. No fuss. No mess. Hurray. But there's a point where it's unbecoming and simply... messy. (I know, what an paradox) Note that this is coming from me, who is the queen of organization and order.

I think I'm currently hitting a certain wall where I have far too much boxes than what my head can handle. Pick an aspect of my life and I assure you that there are some form of boxes there. For instance, social media. Ah, easy! I have not one but THREE Twitter accounts and another one that I manage. I have an email address for personal use, school-related things, and fandom matters. Even in my phone, I have folders that categorizes each app according to my preference.

See what I mean? I'm an organizing maniac. It's getting to the point where even my bookmark bar's folders are giving me headaches.

Do I stop, though? Because frankly, I'm not sure how well I'd be able to function without these boxes. I'm not ADHD but I get as fidgety as they if things aren't categorized. It's as if my brain refuses to process things if it's not yet labeled accordingly.

Sigh.

La la la.

There I go again.

Poof!