When traveling, sometimes I keep quiet and observe – people watch. Sometimes I want to participate and interact. Sometimes I want to communicate; listen and be heard.
From traveling I have met a diverse bunch of human beings. Not all of them are fellow travelers. Some are locals who have never been on a long distance bus, train or airplane – never left the town they were born in. Their background varies. Their age varies. Some inspires me. Some humbles me. Some makes me look at life from a different angle. Some distracts me and makes me stop thinking.
Regardless of the length of time we actually spent together – be it a millisecond or hours or days – I am grateful our paths have crossed.
I dedicate this post to those who are young at heart. To those who keep traveling when others think they should be in a rocking chair. To those who keep exploring this great planet of ours. Whether they are in their 60’s, 70’s or 80’s – I hope I will be as fortunate as they are right now – healthy, active, adventurous, financially independent, happy.
I dream of traveling until the very end.