palabras en mi bolsillo

Un buen viajero que conoci en mi hostal me dio palabras para animarme. ¨ We need to travel. If we don’t offer ourselves to the unknown, our senses dull, our world becomes small, and we lose our sense of wonder. Our eyes don’t lift to our horizon. Our ears don’t hear the sounds around us. Our experience is restricted, as we pass our days in a routine that is both comfortable and limited. We wake up one day, and find that we have lost our dreams in order to protect our days. Don’t let yourself become one of these people. The fear of the unknown and the lure of the comfortable will conspire to keep you from taking the chance a traveler has to take. But, if you take them, you will never regret your choice. Sure, there will be a moment of doubt when you stand alone, on an empty road, in icy rain. Or when you are ill with fever in a rented bed. But as the pain will come, so too will they fall away. In the end you will be so much the stronger, so much the clearer, and so much happier person, that ill the risk and hardship will seem like nothing compared to the knowledge that you have gained, and the life you have lived.¨ Kent Newburn -Letter to my son-