It’s a bit after 5 in the morning. I just woke up and sleepily dragged myself out of my bed, into a hammock outside to slowly start my day. I’m overlooking a beautiful silent lake, with the yellow sky above it revealing that the sun is doing its best to break through the clouds for the first time today. It makes the lake a paint palette of colors, ranging from deep blue water, to dark grey shadows, a ray of gold as a reflection of the sun, and on the sides a mix of all those colors. The scenery is finished off with large mountains behind the lake, and fresh green banana trees and palm leaves below me. Various birds, insects, roosters and howler monkeys play a perfectly synchronized, calming morning wake-up song. I am in nature.
I am not so much traveling. I picked up my mom 1,5 days before who came to visit me at my current home playa Maderas, Nicaragua.. A place where I feel just as home as the beach in the Netherlands. And as I’m laying in this hammock, this beautiful spot Laguna de Apoyo, which I’m only briefly visiting, makes me feel just as home. Even though I’m on the move, I’m not necessarily going somewhere. Being so fully immersed in nature, I strongly feel part of it. The world is an endless source of beautiful places, but it’s also something we all are. No matter where we are. I feel my friends, my family, my different ‘homes’, no matter whether physically close or not. I feel it all at once, while at the same time I’m off discovering yet another magically beautiful scenery in this world. Life is a discovery, one big adventure. Or at least it could be. So many beautiful places, people and experiences to encounter.
As I’m rocking my hammock with these thoughts in mind, I feel calm. In balance. Complete. Even though in many peoples eyes I’m always on the move. And I’m thinking: maybe we’re never supposed to arrive.
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