Somehow traveling brings out the best in me. I am sitting here, in America, writing you (a stranger) a letter. Back home I tend to get stuck, going in circles and feel lonely, even tough I have a lot of friends.
I’m afraid. Afraid of fading away into the nothingness that is expected by our society. When I travel my thoughts turn childish. I get to play, observe and feel alive again
Imagine driving for hours; open windows, loud music and singing out of tune, just because you feel like it. Watching your friends laugh, and feel that you can make a difference, just by being there.
By being yourself.
– letter from my trip