why do we/I travel?

Loading my thoughts….

I have often felt we seek emotions, manifesting in experiences, we don’t have in routine life. Building on this thought I’ll try to rationalize as to why I travel on my bicycle!

Biking or bike packing has been an integral pillar of my self. I mean how can it not be? Instant gratification, constant stimulation, and consistent dopamine spikes!Am I Slave to the chemical reactions in my system? I don’t really know or don’t want to know.? But I am aware of the fact that biking makes me feel centered.

Biking or bike packing provides me with that ounce of certainty, the relief, the comfort, and the latching onto the idea of a self. I know when the crank goes down I’ll move an extra foot/meter/inch, the sense of comfort is unparalleled. I believe or would like to believe we try to latch onto people, ideas, things, and perspectives to guarantee us that safe space of being real and free. Capricious as I’m, biking is one of the things I latch to. I also often wonder how futile biking/traveling is. Going from A to B without any value creation or without an intention to create value. I mean come on! Then I argue I’ve stayed in business schools for too long. It is for the soul, if there’s one? Conscious perhaps? Then this reminds me of Carl Jung’s quote “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate”. Maybe my unconscious’s need of freedom, independence, and self determination reflects in my activities. Then I’d think further why such feelings rest in my unconscious and not my conscious. Perhaps it’s the society and place I was born into. Kashmir! This was my first bikepacking journey, more to follow!

Unfiltered, porous, and In Limbo.