The Tibetan Himalayas
"If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?"
"Tibet. I don't know why, but I think I have a connection to that place."
"Then you should go."
I ended up spending eight days in the land of snow. My time there was certainly short, but it was characterized by silent, long distance drives through endless plateaus and mountain ranges. I visited ancient monasteries, saw a people struggle to hold on to a dying way of life, and was enveloped in sheer natural beauty. It was a trip marred with the pang of loneliness in which I spent most of my time in contemplation of my surroundings. I was at the rooftop of the world, staring at the vast blue sky in a state of reverence as I gradually re-mended a connection, I suspect, I once had. At the time, I did not realize all of this. It was only once I was back in Beijing that I noticed the jarring incongruence.
Unfortunately, it did not take too long for me to lose that newly formed connection, but the memory remains and I am grateful for it. All of this is very abstract, but sometimes that is the only way to experience certain things. I am left with a deep sense of respect and gratitude for the Tibetan people.