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There are so many reasons to travel. Of course, I'm not talking about homes in leisure
center, in a rented house at the seaside or even a visit to the family; but a journey, a journey that takes us to the end of the world at the end of ourselves, pushing our limits a little more with every kilometer. All of us in its own right, there are as many as there are travelers. But every traveler who meets the gaze of another, understands.
He understands that life's ups and downs, its days of rain and sunshine, his days of bread and feast days of his sentence and his life with joy. He understands that no matter why this soul decided to travel, it is here, at this place and it's time to shake hands and get to know each other, and share a bit of yourself, as share a bit of it. For this is one reason for this trip, to meet others, open, discover. You quickly learn that you have to fight for so many things in life, the traveler decides him to make a truce, in preparing his bag and he puts it on his back, thinking, "here it is, my flag off white. " This traveler, though it remains discreet, always has an eye brotherly eye when it crosses all white flag. He smiled inside and feels in a world that opens. Not from above, not laws and technocratisés, not administrations scrambling mind minds but at the bottom, where the vote abolition of prejudice, where the boundaries fall, races the social ranks and which uses this magic tool, the first created by men, before writing, before the economy even before the discovery of fire: communication.
Back to the roots, so perhaps a return to a life of wandering, with no future when the past is in the past. Let his mind wander, is to give a chance to dream without forcing them to give our thoughts a realistic twist. Indeed, the right to dream, the right to engage in the unreal, the right to be unreal, in a world that is too. We have the right to dream unattainable things as we are aware that this is only a dream. Why dream achievable things? To give the desire? Or rather, because we think it is impossible? When we say: "A valiant heart, nothing is impossible," the traveler knows the truth. All happen if we are given the means. Providing the means? For the trip, this means first of all give up comfort. An effort? Not a chance. If no comfort retains the traveler, then it is more likely to move, to visit, to share this discomfort. It sounds hard to believe but someone who shares his lack of comfort with you is more touching than someone who robs you of too much comfort. Discomfort loosens tongues, brings good humor and sometimes even humor.
Laughter is important to a traveler. The Chinese say: "Laugh three times a day makes unnecessary medicine." And you have to heal when traveling because the body is strained. The heart also. When laughter is an international language that conveys love, friendship, desire to approach strangers for an hour, a week or a night, then this laughter becomes the companion of the traveler. It's easy to laugh with strangers, give something of ourselves, because we know that it will not last. The barriers fall and it becomes itself.
Hard to be yourself in a formatted by stereotypes world. So we quietly contains and stores in the ranks. But the traveler does not know that feeling because its purpose is not to please but to live. While traveling, it's a little run, a little rebel to be. We discover through others and situations that we live, we discover flaws and qualities that we do not know each other and if we had put away, like everyone else. It's also an escape everyday life, a life of medium neighborhood that can predict the future, because every day alike. Traveling is afford not to know ...
I do not travel to find a stable life, we travel because we did not find it, no wonder travel, no travel out from the crowd, we travel not to go. I do not travel, we advance ...
Why travel? Because this is the future of humanity. Discover from those we do not know, afford to learn, to be open. It's not easy as some may imagine, but it is our choice and even if sometimes the heart is bleeding, it is to remind the traveler how his life is good.
A traveler ...
