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.”
