Travel gives me a moment of contentment and peace. Then all of a sudden, very soon, my heart needs to go off again on some wonderful adventure and with each time, the adventure needs to be bigger and better.
To walk into the unknown with nothing but my passport and the bag on my back. To make myself afraid with my heart pounding and the need to forever push my boundaries.
Someone asked me why? Why do you want to travel? what really about it is so important? Trying to answer this is like trying to explain the laws of physics to the goldfish who lives on the dinning room table. Doesnt work. I have come to the conclusion that unless some one is a true traveller then they will never truly understand
To travel is not just something to do. It’s not something I want to fill just two weeks out of year. Dont get me wrong I love a good relaxing resort holiday as much as the next person (occasionally), but I like to have bag on my back.
The world becomes a part of you and makes you richer in more ways than one. You grow and understand. Teach and Learn. Sometimes it even hurts but they do say that without pain you can have no gain.
The world truly is full of infinite possibilities and I plan to take advantage of every single one. Lets face it we only live once.
And so do you!!! Take a leap in to the world, you might just surprise yourself!!!
- The Traveller = The Curious Minded (rainingifts.wordpress.com)