I've been wondering about wandering. and i'm been wondering about it quite alot. The world's been going through some man-made disasters, in different countries, and I question people's initiative to stay...even when shit's hit the fan.
That pride a person has for their own home and standing up for it. It's something I, unfortunately and perhaps also fortunately, don't quite understand.
We, humans, began in this world understanding it was a world, a big big world. They were born and they moved around according to whatever they were according it to.
So, why don't we see the world the same anymore? How did the world get so limited and why are our worlds just the country we live in? Why do we stay in places, even if it were really really dangerous?
I don't quite understand.