As of late I have felt the constant itch to rove. The feeling came sudden and persistant. This feeling begs the question, though: why do men rove?
First you must define the word.
Rove: To constantly travel without destination. To wander.
One could also argue that to rove is to aimlessly wander in search of something. So, that brings about the question again, albeit a little more refined.
Why do men rove? Are they searching for something they don’t have, or want more of? Is it a result of dissatisfaction or the hope of something more? Something unknown? Do they do it to learn or to gain?
These are questions that have vaguely whispered in the back of my mind for the past several months.
I do realize that every person, at one point or another feels the urge to “search for themselves.” This statement, in my opinion, is ridiculous. One does not need to travel to find themselves. If you have followed my blog at all, you would understand my views in this matter. If you don’t follow my blog I suppose I should welcome you seeing as this is probably the first post of mine that you’ve read.
What I do agree with is the pursuit of the unknown. While some might be afraid of what they do not understand, I am of the mind that the unknown holds just as much potential as it does danger. I like to believe that there are things, ideas, opportunities out there that are so much greater than anything I have ever known, the only reason I don’t know that they’re there is because I haven’t yet found them.
What is a day without an adventure?