you kids these days with your rapidly growing concern for the state of the world and your knowledge of important issues at increasingly younger ages despite having been told your opinions don’t matter by the adults who put you in these situations
I can always tell when I’m afraid to write. Everything else that I usually avoid with great persistence, becomes an absolute priority. The dirty dish. The cluttered bathroom counter. The trash that smells two days past its prime. These miniscule tasks become violent urges inside of me. They keep me distracted from the fear. They keep me a safe distance from that keyboard, which sits idlly, mocking me. But if I give in–and let the fear taunt me–inevitably and eventually, my inner voice begins to pen something far more natural than the crap I was forcing out earlier. And that’s when I sit down and smother that keyboard with my bare hands and say, ‘Right now, I’m making you my bitch.’
Traveling messes you up, but in all the good ways. It leaves you always craving more, and addiction that can never quite be met. Every place, every trip, every person is a new adventure; pulling you deeper into the love of wanderlust. Your heart begins to hurt when you’re standing still, and your mind begins to itch over the idea of new places you haven’t been. Fill your soul with adventure and traveling and you will live a fulfilled life.