two types of travelers
there are two types of people who travel. the first group is the Questing Travelers, those who travel because they are in search of something. spiritual awakenings, daily epiphanies, random fated connections with strangers that may only be fleeting but end up lasting a lifetime. they are the type who travel to change, to learn, to grow. the fundamental core of the Questing Traveler is the search for connections, the reading of signs, spirituality, self-growth and self-awareness.
the second type of travelers are the Fleeing Travelers. these are people who travel just for travel’s sake. they are not interested in connecting with people. they would, for example, be content to simply get drunk in different cities. or find places where prostitution and drugs are legal. they do not allow themselves to connect with people they meet and are satisfied by the most banal and superficial of interactions with people. i don’t really understand this second group, although i know they exist, and i call them the Fleeing Travelers because it seems to me they are running away from something, while the Questing Travelers run towards the attainment of something, be it a small enlightenment or a connection with someone or a place even.
i have only just started developing this theory; the second group needs a better name.
how film versions of books can be amazing:
The Door in the Floor
‘the door in the floor’ is the film version of one of my most beloved books, john irving’s ‘a widow for one year.’ although i tend to be very tough on the movies made of books i love, this was an exception. instead of trying to compress the entire story of a woman’s life into a 2 hour film, the director and writer made the film out of, more or less, the first chapter of the book. i thought this was ingenious, and added a whole new level onto the book itself, which did not touch upon the relationships that were drawn out in the film. plus, it even spurred me to want to read the book again because when the film ended, i was not left wondering and imagining what might happen next. instead, i know there is a whole novel written about what happens next just waiting to be re-read and there was some small comfort in that. i hate it how films these days have this very involving plot with some huge breakthrough for the characters, going into great depth about some small (or large) event that changes them, when the real story is in afterwards. the real story is what do they do with this huge thing they have learned with regards to the rest of their life. yes the learning process is very dramatic and yada yada yada, but what happens next? what happens next are the real stories of life and love, and that is what art is meant to portray.
this is what is wonderful about ‘the door in the floor,’ because when the movie is over you can go and get ‘a widow for one year’ and find out how the events in the beginning of the story play out all the way to their end. what a beautiful idea and such a marvelous story.