I love travelling.
I love the quiet stillness that enters my mind when I’m riding along though noisy traffic or empty back roads with serene pastures. There’s a weight that feels lifted off my shoulders, a loosening of the usual necktie of anxiety and suddenly I can breathe. I can think without over thinking. I can decide without second guessing. Best of all, I can sleep.
Travelling in the wee hours of the morning is even better because now it’s combined with the mysterious delight of being awake when no one else is. That feeling also leaves me at peace and content.
Maybe this is a metaphor of some sorts. A reminder to cherish the journey more than the destination.
And isn’t that the whole point of life anyway?
I love going for walks late at night or early in the morning. I’m not a fan of the rush of daytime, and the quiet and stillness of night is so serene. It almost feels like you have the entire world to yourself for a little while!
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Yes exactly! There’s such a feeling of contentment and connectedness to nature. It’s wonderful.
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