...that one travels provides perspectives to things that different, difficult, that enlighten and some times demonstrate the insignificance of a grandeur against the massive vastness of the unknown.
Somebody was telling me yesterday about how nomads delivery their children. They are always on their move on their thousands of miles of journey and when the time for delivery comes, they stop only for a while and move on with the new born when it is done...
As we become more civilized we provide better care, better hygiene and show let us say better culture but in the end sum we are the same as the nomads, we achieve the same result sometimes worse and glorify what otherwise is insignificant and routine for a grass root society. Within our respective societies we are just as well placed as we deserve. The civilized as we describe a section are now a laughing stock of who we call as nomads and tribals, the only things that they may not have is perhaps a car for their journey....
Is our destination pre-defined. Is it that despite our thousands of miles of travails we are destined to return to our roots. What is it that we should count for air miles - the thousands of odd miles or as the crow flies record that we are back to where we were born from......
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