Don’t walk too far away from the child within you, and never abandon the sense of wonder that magnifies the smallest of things into mountains of joy. For one day, when you lose sight of happiness, that child within can guide you back to the things that once nourished your heart.
Foreign lands never yield their secrets to a traveller. The best they offer are tantalising snippets, just enough to inflame the imagination. The secrets they do reveal are your own - the ones you have kept from yourself. And this is reason enough to travel, to leave home.
There is no cure for wanderlust, only treatment. It comes in the form of cheap tickets and discovery of foreign lands.
The severity varies. A light case of wanderlust would manifest itself in dropping everything and taking a random impromptu walk in a nearby park. Laying in the grass and pointing out shapes in the clouds is a must. Someone with wanderlust would see clouds shaped like hot air balloons and vintage travel briefcases, not unlike how a woman with baby fever would see infants and bottles and rattles in the sky. A severe case, my case, will take someone to the ends of the earth, to the empty deserts, to isolated villages on isolated mountain tops, to strange, dangerous neighborhoods in strange, dangerous cities. Wanderlust took Neil Armstrong to the moon and back. Either way, there is nothing you can do about it except submit to your whim at any given moment.
Particularly prone to serious procrastination problems are children who grew up with unusually high expectations placed on them. Their older siblings may have been high achievers, leaving big shoes to fill, or their parents may have had neurotic and inhuman expectations of their own, or else they exhibited exceptional talents early on, and thereafter “average” performances were met with concern and suspicion from parents and teachers.
This was the part that made my heart sink when I read it. Not that anybody was trying to make things difficult for me, but I grew up feeling high expectations from the adults in my life and myself. For most of my schooling, I was always in advanced programs, always aced everything, and when I got anything less than an A, people asked me what was wrong.
I also noticed other kids didn’t get this treatment. They were congratulated for getting B’s and even C’s. So from the feedback I got, I learned that a report card (of mine) with five A’s and a B was indicative of a shortcoming somewhere, not success.