ships passing in the night / by Maranie Staab

ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; so on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. (longfellow)

when given the choice i have always traveled alone. practically speaking, it’s easier; complete autonomy also allows for unfettered exploration and spontaneous interactions that are less likely to occur when in a group. at the same time, it can be incredibly lonely. as i walked the streets of beirut tonight, having met and made conversation with a few other travelers and occasionally making eye contact with people as i navigated the streets full of friends and families i couldn’t help but feel like a ship, just passing by in the lebanese night.