Travel & Ravel Stories
“I truly breathe when I move around cities and escape to the countryside. I come from the hills but have never had the pleasure of residing there. City air suffocates my soul, cages my body, and restricts my movement and freedom. Yes, it lives in my blood — to look beyond open fields, to breathe through the morning mists of the hills, and to have the shelter of a wide-open sky above me under which I can laugh, intoxicated with happiness…”
“If you are searching for experiences that truly count as living — for places where you can wander in search and yet find effortlessly, where you can quench your soul’s thirst — then come, indulge in my travel posts and choose your next destination… plan your next lifeline. Life never escapes, time is ample, and choice defines everything.”
“Even if I die, may this be the place, the emotions of nature exactly like this, the weather so beautiful, every flower blossomed, so I can die contently, yes, my last sight won’t make me regret that I was living in a hell, but will satisfy me that I was in a paradise, a heaven, it did existed, and I’ve reached that, the search ended!” Now I may take leave…