Travelling is much more than just meeting new people, new places, eating exotic things, learning new languages and well, feeling good about yourself. Travelling gives, but it also takes. Travelling is knowing that after every adventure you are not going to be the same. It means you are going to have to adapt, it means you are going to have to sacrifice a lot. And after every goodbye you realize you left a part of you in that given place. Tears, handshakes and hugs are all part of the experience. Are you willing to leave everything behind? Are you willing to start over and over again? I know I am beause in the end, no feeling can compare to knowing that the world is yours… knowing that boundaries don’t exist, knowing that the world itself is just waiting for you to see it all.
We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.