"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
- J.R.R Tolkein
We dream of places we’ve never
been. We long for people we’ve never met. We crave the feel of a different
ground beneath the same sun. When we have sun, we want snow. When we have
rain, we want the sun. We spend the night hours dreading the morning, and the
morning hours longing the night.
When we feel lost, we travel. And
when we travel, we often feel lost.
Why do we always want to be
somewhere we aren’t?
Is it because we are unhappy with
the way things are? With the life we have? What is it about the unknown that makes it so exciting?
Wanderlust, it’s a bloody
confusing thing.
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