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Travelling is a drug. There’s no other way around it.

Few things make me think as much as knowing that there is this is too big a world to see, and too little a life to see it all.

Few things make me think you can be wise and young as knowing that, if you have traveled and dared to explore, you have already seen so much more than most people around you.

Even fewer things continue to amaze me as much as sharing a laugh with a stranger in some faraway land whom you will not see again in your lifetime, no matter the promises and the hugs and the kisses.

When you travel, your path crosses with so many others. For an infinitesimally small moment (in the grand scope of things) you share your life with people that statistically should not be there.

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