Everything good must come to an end

I am nearing the end of my almost three month vacation in Turkey. I am bittersweet about the whole affair. On one hand, I will miss the peace and the quiet, the abundance, the flavour of an array of fruits and veggies, and yet on the other hand, I long to return to the anonmity that living in a big-city Western home affords.

I wonder how my body will react to the onslaught of mechanical and metallic sounds. All these weeks, and months I have been shielded from the intrusion of these sorts of sounds. Right now, I am thinking of the shiny, lonely, vast spaces that airports are, devoid of human warmth, and surely, entirely stripped of nature. No colours, no textures, no tastes, no smells that serve to balm the nerves. Just a tide of electronic sounds, and a loneliness that one can only describe as gut-wrenching. Perhaps, not everyone feels that way. Some might be happy to be in collision course with humanity.

Speaking of loneliness, a famous Henry David Thoreau springs to mind: "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation."

And the longer version goes a little something like this:

"Do not catalog me upon the "mass of men." For the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.
They wait, and hope, and pray that someday they will..
Sadly that is about it. They wait, forgetting that nothing comes to those that wait. They hope, forgetting that hope requires action.
...And so they wait. Clenching their heavy hearts, overwhelmed by life. Suffering quietly. After all, noone must know."