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I was a doll all my life, Who was told was best for you and what you should do. Before even trying something new I would have been warned that you will fall. and I accepted the way it was. But when I realized that if I do that my whole life which is a miracle is going to pass and I will be just like others in the crowd of 7 billion people. The day I decide to take the wheels in my own hand. I rebelled.

I rebelled from everyone, I started asking questions, I started taking the risk. I Started saying what the worse could happen than been died. When I will be a 80 year old lady do I want my life to be a boring series of events or an exciting adventure. And most of all I wanted to find why I am born. What is all these façade for. I definitely don’t want a life that involves getting a rich guy to marry me and then have two cute kids, have a garden and then retire. I want more I want to travel I want to taste and smell aromas all around the world, I want to make friends all across the continent or more all around the world. So  that one day when I see death I will greet her with a smile on my face and say I DID IT MY WAY.

Unlike most people I don’t want a home or a car, I want my passport to be full of stamps. I would rather own a house then have a tent over the hills of Himalayas sipping tea in the morning. but all this is not easy, see in order to be a rebel you have to break hearts and question time to time why are you so different, why are you not like other people ? Why not make your parents happy ? Get Married have kids why not that.

I swear to that almighty being I have had this thoughts countless time. every time I tried to silence this voice in my head that says “Do what you like”. I could hear something inside me screaming at a louder voice. At the end of the day I ask myself ” Am I really Happy”. Why I am trying to be someone else when I can be me. Why in the world am I bothered by what society thinks. I have to just convince Two people on this planet and that’s it.

The source of that sparkle in my eyes – My Mom and My Dad.

Do you ever had a friend that went to Thailand and still posting photos about it on face- book, Instagram and god knows where with a quote ” Living the Life”. Well I do and I know it Sucks. I use to get depressed all the time while seeing those photos that I am stuck here with a 9 to 5 sucking job while they are enjoying life. I used to think that travelling is all about good photos and bragging.

Trust me, when I was adult enough ( in my Mom’s Eyes, which is not yet sufficient) I started taking small trips, like weekend trips, 3 days long and that too SOLO. Yes SOLO, then I realized, No travelling is not about photos at all but about the experience you get. Your mind is filled with memories like the view from the top of that hill, the roads, the passing by strangers and nights you spent in your sleeping bags in tents, watching stars or listening to the sound of winds and for a minute or two missing your cozy bed. Waking up by the smell of grass, Mountains, not by your coffee ( but I will not mind).

This is travelling, yeah sure a photo is for memory but seriously I would only share what I think will inspire you to travel, not to show how good is life cause it’s not. I have to work my arse off to pay for these trips!, sometimes for months. So next time you see someone like that, remember this – “Life is a test, and most people fail cause they copy , not realizing that we all have a different question paper “

Keep travelling …. love from a traveler to another

may you find what you are not looking for! Love to all!