Why do I Wander?

“Wandering is the activity of the child, the passion of the genius; it is the discovery of the self, the discovery of the outside world, and the learning of how the self is both 'at one with' and 'separate from' the outside world. These discoveries are as fundamental to the soul as 'learning to survive' is fundamental to the body. These discoveries are essential to realizing what it means to be human. To wander is to be alive." --Roman Payne, The Love of Europa

The word 'wander' originates from Old English wandrian (“to wander, roam, hover; change; stray, err”). This combination of six letters possesses a number of different meanings and potential uses, each as beautiful and valuable as the others. Wandering is what makes us human. Though we claim to seek still, static peace, this will leave our souls restless.

I have no choice. When I do not wander, I cannot change. Change, and the uncomfortable risk that accompanies it, is a necessary condition of growth.

I crave life. I long to feel something, anything. Too long have I waited for my 'chance' to arrive. My time is now. No more will I sit shyly by while I wait for someone else to hand me a map and point me down a path. This is my present, my reality, and I will claim it for my own. Yes, there will be pain. Pain is a fact of life. Pain is inevitable. But suffering? Suffering is a choice. I will not be afraid to earn my own scars. Scars are proof that I have lived. My scars will be beautiful. The potential to err and stray is frightening, but it is necessary. Through my pain and discoveries, I will be transformed. I will rise, stronger and more radiant than ever.



Here I am. No more waiting, no more hiding. I am a wanderer. And wanderers are free.