Blue sky and sunshine are two best cure to mend broken soul

Here now i lay in the grass, reading Travel with Epicurus below the shade of tree and wide blue sky with puff of cotton clouds above. The grass is swaying by the breeze, carrying the unique scent of dirt. It is a time of solitude. An absence of vehicle sounds redefines silence. I only could hear the chirp of the bird filling the air and several conversation from the distant. There are not many visitors today. As far as my eyes sight can reach, i only see 4 camp on the hill across me, painted in colors standing still in the vast fields of grass.  

I stroll the hill beside me. It was a short walk. My friends are already there taking a picture by their phone. In the peak of this hill, what lies beneath our toes is the town of Wonosobo. The town painted in several many colors. Yellow, red, white, brown and blue painted in the roof, surrounded by vast fields and telaga tiga warna in the north. We barely doing anything. We just lay lazily on the grass, staring at the moving clouds and feel the earth rotating on it’s orbit. It was the bliss of not doing anything. The breeze sweep gently. Everyone seems enjoying the moment, some of them closing their eyes, feel the presence of the universe in their mind.

            The sky now became twilight, turn it’s color burst in flame. One after another star start to appear. The wind blow really strong in the night time. The chill penetrate our aching skin. We spend the night talking about life, love and regrets under the gazillion galaxies above us. No fire to heat us. Only a cup of chocolate and friendly conversation. Once in a while i stare at the night sky, spaced out, lost in thought. My friends voices became vague. I feel my presence suddenly insignificant under the stars. I feel microscopicly tiny. I look up into infinite possibilities and realized that there are tons more important things than what we do in everyday life. sometimes we are too absorbed by routine and problems we faced everyday and forget that somehow we are actually the part of the universe. We shared the same atom with galaxies that millions years light speed far away from here. Mind blowing isn’t it? The more i stare at the sea of stars the more realized that my life is insignificant. It’s quite depressing but also relieving. Knowing your problem means nothing compare with this infinite possibilities. broken heart can be mend, regrets can be learned, the lost of the loved one can be healed. Because anything is possible.

            Few hours has pass eversince. We decide to catch the sleep early because the weather getting colder. We slept and awake at the dawn, waiting for a new day to begin. We hike the highest hill, staring the golden sun rising upon the valley. 

For me, what’s matter most from the journey is not what happen in the outside, but what matter most is how you can perceive the world around you from inside. How you can see life from different perspective, how you meet new people and learn about how they see the world. You need to spend some time in another land, among people that things differently than you. Travel makes the world looks new. I always loved the quote from the book Steal like an Artist, it says : “Go travel, because soon when we get home, home is still the same. But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes anything.”