mystery, comfort, addiction, anticipation

I love how all things ethnic are thought of as beautiful by the people that surround me back home... even if (and sometimes especially if) they don't understand the significance. It shows a willingness to experience other cultures, viewpoints, places and a desire to learn about them.

Mystery is attractive. The unknown is intriguing. That which we don't understand we are either afraid of or drawn to... and we are in the group that subscribes to the latter.

Comfort is a complacent luxury that is too expensive for our tastes. We become elitest by pushing through to the side that less people see, where things aren't perfectly arranged, but where we discover the potential that places, objects, people hold. And we transform it... more importantly, we are transformed by it.

It's an addiction. Seeing, questioning, learning, understanding, knowing, teaching. And what is a better addiction to hold than an addiction to the unknown? Not just seeking it out, but being dedicated to finding new places to visit, new people to understand, new feelings to capture? What better temptation is there to succumb to than global curiosity?

I think it is all starting to sink in. And I love it.