Goal of the day: 217 words. Written: 352.
I'm reading your reply... And I'm sorry - I can't think of anything to answer you. I know you want to read the answers to your questions, to solve your fears, to clear the fog…
But, et. Thoughts don't cross my mind at all. I'm reading. I am smiling. I listen to great music. I shake my head as if in a daze.
And I feel wonderful.
God, I don't know how we would communicate if we met. I know it's hard to open up when I'm not feeling it. I know you like to watch beetles on the street.
But if I hadn't enjoyed interacting with you during our first meetings, I wouldn't be talking to you now. Simple. As two plus two equals five, three Canadian and so on.
Is there any point in worrying before the event?
Is there any point in planning a trip… If you don't know if it will happen? When, where and how?
Maybe we won't meet. Because a war will start in Lithuania.
Maybe the drunk jeep driver will decide to go bowling when we meet.
Maybe… Well, there are a lot of “maybes” you can think of.
But until the time has come, there is no point in thinking.
It's not bad to do that. No. Our brains are fantasists, thinkers, dreamers by nature - they do it without waiting for our approval. One brain thinks and the other observes how we think and we have no control over it.
But when we think, we forget what we have right now - the moment. Now. Around.
I remember how it choked me to see my family members on trips more concerned about home, work or photography... Than the trips themselves.
You know, if we travel, we will only take one camera. Very simple and one that will fit only a few photos. So that you don't want to focus on them... And forget the smells, images, feelings of the environment. Tastes and people. Noise and small details.
I have a feeling you agree with me on this one. I don't know that, but somehow intuitively (or did I write it correctly) I have a feeling. After all, I remember how when we were walking through the alleys of Vilnius, you noticed inscriptions on the walls, pavement, outside the windows or on the pillars as often as I did.
And at this moment I feel like I'm on a journey.
And I enjoy the moment.
I'm sitting now grinning. I listen to wonderful music. I shake my head. I close my eyes, fingers running over the keyboard. And I feel happy.
I hope you feel the same way. Now. And anyway, during the days - I have a feeling that I would like to see you like this. I would be happy myself. More so, it is.
*Pause*
Oh! But I wrote another letter-message-book-something! And I said I won't write!
Traveling in joy,
Daniel