Today I want to talk about travelers.
There are travelers and travelers. There are those who you would not define as such despite the many, many trips behind them.
And then there are the travelers who I define as "extraordinary" because they are unpredictable, they don't want to take root and have a defiant attitude towards the rules. And they are the travelers that I love the most, because they do not bow to the conformism of society, they do not suffocate their nature just because it is not in line with what by definition is "normal".
The traveler does not take a "vacation" but explores and discovers not only the truths about his surroundings but also those about his life and about himself. And often a journey is enough to understand what one's nature is, to understand what form to give to one's life and the wonder is precisely that of discovering the beauty of the world but above all the beauty that we have inside. And so you find yourself more aware than before and you understand that you too were born to move, to travel and to meet new people and new cultures and that you are much more than that "label" that someone has put on you. The time that each of us has is a precious time that must be valued in every moment of one's existence, which must be lived according to one's own coordinates, Coordinates that you will learn about trip after trip, experience after experience because while you travel things happen and they are those things that will make you the free person you want to be. Each of us deserves to travel. Each of us deserves to simply be himself.
There are travelers and travelers.
"But the real travelers just leave to leave: light hearts, similar to balloons that only chance moves eternally, they always say 'Let's go', and they don't know why. Their desires have the shapes of clouds". (Charles Pierre Baudelaire)
