Get me more Choglet

Travel does not bring me exuberant happiness, I don’t find myself smiling when I am alone on a road away from home. It is perhaps a bit like Forrest Gump, who only knew that he had to run, not the why. I went on the trips I did because I wanted to go away from where I was desperately. In Darjeeling, I did not think. I think one can accept that one will not be exuberantly happy to travel, but that one will need to go away again and again, to be on the move. Perhaps it is peace for an unquiet mind in this. And reconfirming faith in oneself, in one’s ability to stand up for one’s happiness, to push one’s limits a bit for it.
I wish it is always like this. I wish to travel more and more, for longer periods each time.
When you return home, you think you are such a different person, you will certainly handle the world differently. But everything remains the same, agonizingly. You don’t find more strength to deal with your hell, you want to go away from it even more desperately.
About Darjeeling, there isn’t much to write, great food, very crowded.. I was very quiet, I hardly spoke and the slight cold makes talking something from an even rarer realm. The quiet is a very even state of the mind. I want to go away again and again.