I used to think the concept of wanderlust was some elusive, hippie thing – some thing that captured some people and gave them the desire to learn, to see, to explore, to do. And maybe it is.
But that doesn’t matter.
Because the more I thought about it, the more I realized wandering (and wondering) – either statically or globally – is exactly what enables us to capture the possibility of all we could learn and see and explore and do – and realize there are infinitely more things holding this world together than we could ever begin to understand.
At first, you might embark on wandering to lose yourself, but I dare you not to find who you are in the process.
So wander away, friends.
The mountains are where I go to find myself, the beach to let go of myself. Everything in between is just fair game.
ON HAPPINESS 