Underneath the Moonlight

I put in mind that to travel is to educate one's self and be happily peaceful about everything.

It's not always the amount in my pocket that matters when going out for a trip.

Sometimes it is the inclination, if I focused my mind whether to pursue or just stay.

Traveling changed me in the sense that I enjoy the field more than at home.
I don't care if I walked for hours or travel for days as long as I feel like really going. 

"'Home' isn't necessarily where we were born", it could be some place genuinely comforting.

Traveling opened my eyes in the reality that nothing lasts forever.

People come and go, just like the scenes I saw while on the bus. 

A person's character varies according to culture, experience, perspective and approach.

The enjoyment of one traveling is more than experience and more than treasure.

The story of a wanderer don't just end when he wrote of his travels or when he had posted his pictures.

It's when he got back home, to his crib, in his comfortable bed and yet wanted to be out there in the grassy field, covered by branches of the trees, under the starry skies, beneath the moonlight.

Crappy Thoughts

Traveling made me irresponsible for other things at home.

Though I like everything cleaned and organized, there are just things I am a slob at. 

Yes, no one's perfect, we cannot plan everything, but we can always try, as I always believe.

Someone out there might be saying things I should have done first.

Yes, I failed to adhere to the needs of my child.
There might be a rational explanation to everything, but it's better I kept the reasoning to myself.

And for those people who don't get excited about traveling...




..I don't know what will.