Some trips start with a suitcase in hand. Others, after a fight. And some when a new job forces you to drop everything and leave. Some journeys have been engraved in our souls. Because they hurt us. Because they made us hurt our beloved ones. And some trips are governed by a crazy love. They make us forget what it’s like to live and cause the pain of unrequited love.
But the thing you may only realize when it’s too late is that the best journeys are the ones you never made. The ones you never dared, the ones you never tasted…
My journey started on the day I was told that I only had a few months left to live… and it was the most beautiful I have ever made.
