(For "Wanderlust - Part I", see previous blog entry).
wan·der·lust (n): a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about.
I think I need to know firsthand that humanity is not a lost cause, that there are still people in the world with open hearts and open minds, who, should a stranger appear on their doorstep, would bestow upon them with a royal welcome and care for them generously.
I want to travel so I can not wonder, but believe that there are still places untouched by time and modern conformity. I want to prove to my own self that I can survive and even thrive without the luxury and assistance of electronics and material goods.
I wish to relish all the world has to offer and rejuvenate in myself the awe and wonder of a child.
I long to hear the stories of the forgotten people, those whose stories have fallen on deaf ears, stories that have been brushed aside in my own country, where we emphasize only the publication of what is marketable and profit producing.
I want to know how the ground feels beneath me when I am standing on a mountaintop. I want to see how vast a desert can be. I want to feel as free and as a bird flying...
These are not my Polaroids, and are from various talented folks on Flickr. However in my excitement of collecting these lovely shots from all the world, I totally forgot to save profile links, so I could give proper credit, like in the last entry. Really sorry about that!