You have to be brave, because it will be your turn one day, your turn to leave, to depart, to say good-bye to everything known, to get out of the comfort zone, to make deeper connections, to let them go, the lovers, the friends, the old ones, to replace emotions, sensations, to walk away no matter how scary it is, to fall in love, find freedom, tranquility and adventure, to be delighted and enthralled, inspired, because what is indeed home?
Travelling is flights and road-trips, check-ins and luggage, hotels, studios, apartments to let, learning, working, tourist-ing, but travelling is above all a state of mind.
It is not the destination, the distance, the places, it’s your desires, your perceptions, your willingness to jump, not to hold to the certain, the normal, the old and boring. Waiting is for the cowards, existing only is for the cowards too, the hero is the one bold enough to explore, to be somewhere in between too foreign for home, too foreign for the unknown, only he has found out that what home is, is not a house, a room, it is not a person indeed, don’t make homes of living beings, too many will say, home is a feeling you bear in your heart, it is too abstractive, emotional and surreal. Home is a thing you leave, a special part of yours that stays in every place you were, in every place you loved and shared, where you enjoyed the little things like the magnificent morning espresso and that divine chocolate ice cream, home is that guy you found consolation with, but the train you were on, while you were running away from him is your home, too. Travel in your mind, while you are travelling with a map, a camera, a few tickets and passion, uncontrollably burning and soothing in the same time. Chase the infinity, find your soul.