Travelling. It leave you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
To fly , to float, to run across the fields, to chase the fog, to get lost in mid of nowhere, to explore the depth of mountains and height of oceans is to travel. Yes, Travel is to go crazy and silent at the same moment. When you have so much to tell, when you feel so high on feelings, feeling of wind in your hairs, sun on your face, that soft touch of grass on your legs, you feels so so so much, that you are left dumbstruck. When mind stops and your heart starts to dance is the time you start travelling. Travelling is not same as going, it is about experiences, memories, dance, music, moon and stars, it is about sun and rains, it is about love and pains, it is about exploring. Why do you go away? So you can come back. So you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. Coming back to where you started is not as same as leaving. Travelling is a way to live life.
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