Even the longest journey will come to an end. Nothing lasts forever. It is so difficult to embrace this concept, while engaging in critically analysing life and attempting to understand its wonders. Every trip starts and ends. What is important is the concept. What is left is the experience of travelling and many associated memories.
I am trying to reflect on life of the coach driver in Burma. The tiredness, waiting, uncertainty and anticipation . All of this in order to return back to the place of origin before restarting the adventure again. Is every trip the same? Has the routine and work experience overtaken the exploration of the unknown road ahead. Or… is it simply just entrapped in the vacuum of repetitive hypnosis of life. This is all, perhaps best summarised by the above phrase from a book by the most recent Nobel Prize winner – Olga Tokarczuk.