I always had vertigo while, I confess. I know it is okay to say that they do not break the leather folds inside, and it is true, but I always had more of route stops and routes it takes time to cover distances. The distance is in my mind time and time has taught me that I'm a mess with my own distances. Now that today I am 40 years, that figure terrifying pushing some to bungee jumping in the sink, I am more than ever strokes on the map. More vitally ordered and disordered than ever, that in all my virtues hide my main defects. The prospect of improvement is not good, but also seems to worsen.
Not talking about perfection, there was neither the will nor the, I mean the true path I started to miss
The 30, partitioning for this mania of memories to give a logical space to put a note, have been fascinating. Not talking about perfection, there was neither the will nor the, I mean the true path I started to miss. It was the time when I discovered what I like trains where not sleep and places where you do not understand a word. Stated less rhetoric, I discovered that I like to see and meet the others above myself, I lost something by because every time I do I get bored in the attempt. At most I get is to know what you do not want, because as far as I want a Filipino sailor in the story excited me boarding a freighter Sri Lanka road network holding in hand while I do wonder there completely dizzy on deck (and probably happy).
These last ten years have been a journey to nowhere, pulse was only, movement, but never a compass that at least show me that there was no return. Forward by nothing impossible to reach all. Now I understand that the journey was always. There was no plan. It was slow. I did not 20, like so many of those who take part envy a decade away from world eyelids, I did when I was a natural gait. So were skirmishes, always escapes with small round marked. I always had one goal in my bags, fun, enjoy, that is how I understand this thing is keep breathing still or moving.
I always had one goal in my bags, fun, enjoy, that is how I understand this thing to keep breathing
I did not travel for others, by their looks, I did it by myself. You once told me in this blog with the elusive feeling Traveler false myth lonely. The reasons must be own for travel because changes always involve some losses that are exceeded only calm cement take guts. Today, my 40, I see by walking paths and places to rest. I longed trip from Cape Town to Cairo; the northern lights that break the northern sky; Tokyo y su Lost in Translation; crossing from west to east across the Sahara… But mostly I see cities in which to live a while. Other, different from what was already, you enhance the look a little more. Buenos Aires, Florence, Sydney ... may never happen, are just ideas, dreams.
Stay made me understand the difference between being and pass. The passing traveler has the virtue of leaving convinced their ideas. No time just to confirm what we already knew before coming to enjoy the world or new, even chaotic, no old routines that make. That happened to me in my travels in many places, in the Amazon or below Everest, haste in which allowed me to see the obvious no time to disappoint or get excited by the real. Oscar Wilde used to say that "the difference between a fad and a love for life is that the caprice lasts a little longer".
"The difference between a whim and a love for a lifetime is that the whim lasts a little longer".
Not bad, I like those trips, In practice I always think that everybody smiles Malawi because it happened to most 100 people there stumbled. Perhaps the 10.000 following antidepressants and gorged themselves to read self-help books but as I could not see them write a story in which he spoke of the country of the grimaces on the faces. So convinced, so unreal.
And thus he went, while the sink full of water if the rope breaks, with the knowledge that tomorrow my body and mind remain in place. No more fears. The 12 December'll 40 years plus a day and if the Mayans had the courtesy to err in forecasting the freighter keep waiting maree I wandered into the world. But that is tomorrow, Today the wind path of islands.
