I’ve been to places my mind never imagined
Spoke a language I didn’t understand
Counted money whose value I couldn’t comprehend
And walked on the streets whose history I haven’t known
I traveled to near and far away areas
I brought with me open eyes and a ready heart
Because traveling should not always mean money
But strength, courage, and willingness to see the world
I slept in airports
Found comfort in books and travel brochures
Eaten food I promised to never taste again
And found myself watching people for hours
My heart raced every time I thought of traveling
There is a kind of freedom that it can give
A sense of independence that I’ll never trade-in
And the feeling of fulfillment because I know I took the risk
Today, I still have a lot on my list
The places I have yet to discover
People I have yet known
And, the memories I am still trying to create
Our life is truly a book
We are the writers of each chapter
I for one, have written a small part
But hopefully, I’ll finish it before my time runs out.
“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”
Paulo Coelho
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