The Church of Wanderlust
Updated: Sep 10, 2018
For decades I thought I wasn’t religious. Until I realized: my religion is Wanderlust.
The temples of my faith are scattered all over the world. They are Babylonian airports and abandoned landing strips overgrown with weeds; bustling city squares and sleepy fishing villages; mountain-top castles and back-alley dive bars, awash in neon lights, lingering smoke and that tingling feeling of déjà vu.
The scriptures of my religion come with blank pages. You fill them up yourself, with all the secret words you find along the way. Passwords you earn by showing up and taking it all in. Like the Japanese «kikubari», the Spanish «duende», the Tibetan «lungta» and the Finnish «kalsarikännit».
There are millions of us Believers, and we have our own sacred rituals: swapping road stories (that time you crossed the Tibetan-Nepalese border on foot), travel tips (never join a Great Wall of China tour) and anecdotes picked up around the world, like the one about popular Austrian T-shirts with «No kangaroos here» - because of how many foreigners allegedly confuse it with Australia.
Our altars are invisible and intangible, built of memories and scars: the first time you inhaled the air of India, that time your flight landed safely – but not the one right behind yours, that time you drank with a real Viking, that day you got to ride an untamed Mongolian horse and almost got killed in the process, that beautiful stranger on the opposite side of the planet who became the lover you'll always carry in your heart – but will never see again.
Our priests are grandmas the world over who feed every stray soul that comes through their door before they even ask your name or where you're from. Our angels are people finding creative ways to give you directions when you don't share a single language in common. Our prophets are those who have traded security for discovery; achievement for contentment; retirement money for frequent flyer miles.
We are everywhere, and eventually, we will take over the world. We won't need bombs or economic schemes. We'll just blend the borders by blending our families. We'll spreading our ideology through irresistible street foods. We'll quietly convert everyone by making others fall in love with people in our stories - until each and everyone on the planet becomes us, the Wanderlusters.
And that's the only thing I religiously believe in.
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