There's a quote I saw in one of the walkway tunnels in Hong Kong about traveling relating it to a book, and those who do not travel only read a page. Agh, books and travels, it's the ultimate dream for some. I've been to many places and yet still so many to see. To the cities, where lights and skyscrapers delighted my young heart. To the mountains where I trembled in thoughts of fairies and other-worldly creatures found only in the pages of my literary staples. To the wonders of the oceans and the hidden mystic of the lakes. Each brought euphoria similar to the sweet taste of a gourmet ice cream licked in a cold mountain-top. Still, I long to see more. To feel and hear more. That life isn't exactly how I wanted it to be but at least it gets me there. Where I've always wanted. Travelling gives me a kind understanding of nature and everything it entails. To understand not just the paradox of everyday living but of the lives lurking in every corner. These are...
letting loose in a cheerio world