There are those who travel to leave and those to return; some to escape from home and others to come back there.
There are those who travel for passion and those for duty; some with enthusiasm, some with a sore step; there are those who do it with joy and those who are moved by pain; some with passion, others out of desperation.
There are those who travel to know and those to forget; some for the desire to go “beyond” and some in the humble hope of finding a “where”.
There are those who travel to seek love and those after the love is over; someone sets out because he feels a hole inside and others because they attempt to fill up that hole.
There are those who travel in search of a destination and those just for the sake of the journey; some to cross a finish line and some to not stay still.
There are those who travel to meet people and those just to meet themselves.
There are those who travel to challenge themselves and those to come out of the test that life has put in their path.
There are those who travel to get lost and those to face themselves again.
There are those who travel with huge luggage and those only with the essential; some with a soul swollen with thoughts and feelings and some poor and miserable, deprived of everything and everyone.
There are those who travel having carefully planned the way and those simply putting one foot behind the other, following their star.
There are those who travel with courage and audacity and those with fear and despair.
We are all traveling, each with their own passion, following their own dreams or fleeing their own ghosts.
The journey belongs to us or maybe we belong to it.
Life is a journey, a journey to take one step at a time, sometimes towards something other times towards nothing. But always moving