learning aimlessness?

strangely, i almost feel pressured by myself that i'm supposed to write something a bit different - afterall, this is a bit of a different experience. i'm by myself, in a dimly-lit guesthouse, in the middle of lhasa, thousands of miles away from the nearest person i know.

but, really not much is coming to mind. my pre-trip angst seems to be eons ago. only a few days ago, i was fretting and agonizing over the smallest details.

so there is this certain calmness washing over, a realization that i have no real plan for the next day. perhaps there's also a bit of boredom and some uneasiness that i am supposed to be finding something to do. but perhaps, it really is ok if i don't find that "something" to do. perhaps.

it is a feeling i really am unaccustomed to. no meal appointment. no yoga timetable to check. no business contact to get in touch with. tomorrow, all day, i can wander around aimlessly. i can think aimlessly. i can be aimless.

perhaps when i am aimless long enough, i end up finding something a bit more about myself. but perhaps, truly, there's nothing to be learned from it, and i am looking too much into it. it's simply a state of mind, just like all other states of minds?