We are born alone and die alone. It is no rocket science to understand it.
Spending forty years on the planet earth has been an interesting trip. Roads that went uphill and dropped into valleys, some places it was easy to climb and appreciate the surroundings, some places it was painstaking. Painstaking is to such an extent that we want to stop traveling.
No, that’s not what we have to do, we are to travel long and short, high and low , just travel.
Traveling actually is no big deal, its simple, its what everybody does and would want to do with their two feet, hands and eyes to see, brain to understand and appreciate. The important part is what we see, what we understand, what we leave and what we take with us further.
We are our experiences. We can’t escape our experience. We can’t stop meeting other travelers. We like, we dislike, we fall in love, we trust, we break, we are made, supported, so many varied experiences. The bag is full of all kinds of it when its time to leave earth. Its all okay. We don’t take anything with us.
The profound thing is about the travelers we meet.
Everyone has something to teach us, everyone has to tell something we don’t know, everyone is half empty and half full.