Fortunately, I have the chance to see all these places around the world. I feel blessed for each experience but still feel empty in a certain way. It‘s the constant will to move on, to see more places, countries and cultures. I have a list of everything that I would love to visit and feel like I never will have enough time.
Is it normal that I feel unhappy in the happiest moments? Am I the only one who feels that way? Even though the well known feels quite warm and comfortable I still cant stop reaching for the unknown and need to move on.
It seems that I‘m unable to find the answer to this question. My best friends like to analyze me. I have to smile about that, because in each analysis is a presumption that gives me the possibility to find my own explanation. Why to find words for the unknown when the unknown is the reason for moving on?
I stay on top of that stone in the middle of the ocean in Helsinki, a place I couldn‘t imagine more impressive. Foam spatters in my face with every breeze. As much as I would like to stay here, I feel that I have to move on.
Some people may say it‘s just a stone, but for me it represents a moment of perfection. I‘m lost in my thoughts, so that I don‘t even notice that other tourists are taking pictures of me. Maybe they are able to see what I feel.
It‘s the never ending search that accumulates in perfect moments like this. Unfortunately it‘s only a short moment of perfection, until it drives me forward. I feel attracted by the bauty of the world and ask myself if I will ever get what I‘am looking for, even though I cant describe it.
In spite of all my questions and doubts it‘s the feeling of perfection, this short moment on top of that stone, surrounded by the ocean, that I capture in my heart and in my mind forever, then I move on.