It's all about the process of growing. As a person. As a human being. It is all about being honest. About what you want. What you feel. What you need. And who you are.
Real travel is not about the highlights with which you dazzle your friends once you’re home. It’s about the loneliness, the solitude, the evenings spent by yourself. Those are the moments of true value. You feel half proud of them and half ashamed and you hold them close to your heart. You are with yourself. Streets full of people rushing, driving and hurrying. Yet you still are by yourself. And that is a good thing. You'll discover new sides about yourself. You'll learn to be alone and enjoy it. You'll learn how to meditate inside your heart, with eyes open and legs still taking you somewhere. You'll learn how to find laughter on streets full of messy traffic. You can only control yourself. You'll learn to trust life.