wanderlust

maybe its the sheer unexpectedness of every moment; maybe good, maybe bad, maybe terrible, but its all alright... its just another passing moment, like every other bit of life, only I'm here, close to my oldest mother, my oldest love, and everything is just okay.
the challenge of the unknown, the thrill of exploration, the adrenaline rush; the feeling of knowing that maybe no one else on this whole planet has actually been on this precise pristine spot I'm standing on...
or maybe its the joy of pushing myself to the extreme, physically, climb that high rock, swim that cold sea, jump that precipice... taking that life-threatening risk and coming out panting, close to death, wildly happy
I dont know which one of these, maybe its them all, maybe its just a need to escape from where i'm at now, an irresistable urge to fade into the earth, to be one with everything i see... and if I can't do that, then just run, walk, climb, fly, jump, dream, fling myself into the unknown with the gayest abandon... because I can. I am mowgli, I am!! and i hear the call...