Leaving everything behind

I am leaving for Bangalore in a few minutes, and I still don’t have train/bus tickets in my hands. I am taking a chance, that’s how I like to travel…with no attachments no compulsions, and certainly I can’t expect comforts; if the journey is comfortable well and good, if not I love it anyways.

Sometimes when I am ready to leave a thought passes by my mind and sticks to me throughout the journey: If only I could lead my entire life like this…no strings attached, as the king of the two foot circle I stand on.
Why can’t life be such a journey…

Any answers?