So far, so good…

Delhi - January 2008

Waking up in a filthy hotel room.
Arriving at night was strange, like a poorly lit dream.
I don't really know where I am.

From the taxi, I saw lights on the side of the road, figures lying on the sidewalk, shadows that seemed to be sleeping or waiting for something.
Between the airport and the hotel, the world was transformed — abruptly, without transition.

I don't know the time.
My bearings have been shattered.
All that remains are noises, smells, and foreign whispers.

To go out.
To go where?

A feeling of anxiety washes over me — subtle, cold, unexpected.
What if I've gone down the wrong path?
What if it was all just one huge mistake?

My comfort zone is far behind me now.
She is now nothing more than a vague, almost ridiculous memory.

I have no choice: to move forward.

To step outside, no matter what.
What will happen… will happen.

No program.
No guide.
Just a road to invent, one step at a time.

History will eventually be written.
Perhaps it begins here, in this damp room where I recognize neither the smell of morning nor the sound of the world.

I catch my breath.
I open the door.

No time to doubt — so far, so good...

By Elias Nordren — Founder of Nomad Drift