why do i travel?
so why do i?
i have this feeling every time I lie on a secluded beach, watching the sky, sit on top of a mountain, witness a sunset, or sunrise.. i don't know, can't put into words what it is, but that feeling is enough reason for me to travel and get lost..
is that enough?
maybe.
i love the uncertainty when i'm on the road. that no matter how well-planned a trip is, something will either go wrong or, better than you've expected. i love how i put my trust on strangers with ease..trust my gut/hunch.. i love how people try to know me, the "me" at that moment without judging my past. clean slates eh. but above all, i love how it opens my mind to all sorts of things. of appreciating little things i usually take for granted back home. of great lessons i learn from random strangers. and of certain situations where i can surprise myself..
i love how it keeps me from falling into patterns..
i love the idea how the sun rises and sets just the same but how different they are in every place..
same, same, but different
i travel to get lost..
to be found..
and realize what the hell i have been looking for..
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain
