It's all just because of this thing, this thing that also excites me, the wandering far away, the unknown, far from civilization.
I don't know when I'll have a worthy opportunity to get back on the road. At the intersection of choices in life, I gradually felt that I was being eroded by reality. I can't even pat my chest and say that the feeling of running away in my heart will never be consumed by the good or bad of real life. I don't have the tragic life that many tragedies share, and I have no choice. There will probably also be a job that you like, and you will struggle in the industry of your choice (of course, everything is imaginary, I hope you don't let me down). That's all, it's enough to keep me from letting go. Perhaps it is also because the inner love is not strong enough to be uncontrollable.
Hidden in my heart, I can't guarantee whether it will disappear because of the passage of time. The only thing that is certain is that, once, I have also stepped forward for this dream, but I can't enjoy it all my life. If there is a day when I can't live anymore, I can pick up my luggage and check out the blood and dreams that still have hope. , for all that is unknowable and the best in the distance.
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