travel log: day 6

Day 6 in Santo Domingo

The rooster says hi.

Besides being balls deep in humidity, and the incessant honking, it’s nice here.

I think it’s only natural that people long for home when they’ve been away for a while. I don’t have that at all. As I’ve eluded to before, I don’t think of home as a place so much as a feeling. I wish I had something to long for, to go back to, to make me feel at home, but I don’t, I mean, not really. For myself, I think traveling is just as much a distraction from the things I wish I had in my life, as it is a search for how to acquire them.

Fuck… maybe that’s just life though. We are all searching, searching, searching. Is it because we’re distracting ourselves from what we need to do, or actually looking for something better? Can we do both? How do you know when you’ve found something worth calling off the search and eliminating the distractions so that you can focus on whatever it is? All these are questions that have no real answers. Just thoughts that come up in this dense ass Caribbean heat. 

At the gym today we were talking about how to heal the body. To heal, it isn’t what you give the body, but what you take away. When most of us are sick or in pain we often search for what we can add into our regimen — supplements, medicines, foods, etc. — to make us better. These are basically distractions from coming to the realization that something needs to change in our lives. Rarely do we think to remove something, or god forbid change. The presence of our pain and anxieties are simple manifestations of a need. We’re all searching for distractions to keep them away, just as much as we are searching for a solution.

And, did I mention it’s hot?