A traveling soul

Traveling is my form of rebellion: I go where I want, do what I want, whenever I want. I’ve connected deeply with complete strangers and am continuously humbled by the beauty of nature. I’ve had my mind blown and thought, it doesn’t get any better than this.. over and over again. On the road I’ve had good times that became great memories and bad times that became great lessons. I’m ecstatic to say that I will never reach a point where there is nothing more for me to learn, but if I were to die tomorrow I would do it with smile on my face and a soul bursting with fond memories.

Xin Sarith Azuma Phan Wuku

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