Dryxanne’s Confessions

I was browsing Wikipedia about Tibet, since Tibet has been one of my personal long-obsessed-to-visit places of interest. Apart from the issues on going there, I still want to visit Tibet some day. And when I saw some pictures featured, pictures of the snowy mountains, green land, the golden desert, the beautiful historical buildings and palace, the people wearing ethnical clothing, I suddenly felt suffocated.

I felt this strange longing to be there, to see all those glorious sights with my own eyes, to carve them into my memories. I felt this sudden suffocation when I was hit by the reality that I was sitting in my office, at the corner of this busy metropolis city, breathing polluted air and feeling artificial wind blown from the room’s air conditioner. Being thousands of miles away from the sacred sanctuary where all the holies rest.

I felt sick and tired of all these so called convenience of modern life, and I felt this strange urge to feel the sand and dirt and soil below my feet, to see the green of the grass around me, or the majestic mountains spreading in the horizon, and breathe the pure fresh air. And scream to the top of my lungs, and try to re-comprehend the true meaning of being alive. And be united with nature.

Is it so strange? I long to be walking freely, bathing the sunrays, listen to the sounds of nature around me, without worrying about obligations, without the haste to be faster, without all the unwritten rules to survive in this suffocating city.

I feel suffocated…

Maybe I need not just a short vacation, but a long one. One that will take me somewhere remote, some place that is breathtaking and fascinating.  Where I could rest my weary soul and contemplate and think calmly and quietly. Some place like, Tibet.

I hope the unrest there will soon settle and Tibet will once again find peace. So I will have a little hope of visiting that place, before I die. Because you never know how long you’ll live.