Who has never thought, at least once to run away, maybe temporarily, without any real planning, just run away?
It’s always more difficult to break the invisible but solid involuntary roots, which would prevent us from this imaginary burst of irrational freedom.
When I was a child sometimes I imagined to go to an airport without any baggage and to take the first plane for any destination.
Now that I might do it in reality, I find it quite boring, without any flavour of freedom anymore.
I would buy the plane ticket, but if the first plane was taking off to a destination for which a visa is required? I could not decide at the last second, I would be at the airport two hours in advance for all security controls, queues, necessary procedures...
By train? Easier in a way, but limited by the border of a continent...
By boat? On a lake???
I think that once again we would look for the essence of the trip inside our mind and to sublimate the spirit of the adventure in a free inner reflection.
The trip is not the destination we reach; it’s the road we imagine to take.
The most individualistic way to run away, when too many people are obsessed by the idea of travelling over far countries, is maybe remaining on a little private boat, floating quietly in a port.