Travel writings: A reason to go

A reason to go

It is a never-ending search

And if the quest does come to a halt

There must be a reason

A reason, an answer to be found

And that, my dear, that is the start

Of a new search

Never ending.

But trust me, I am afraid

Scared to death that one day I will have to say “this is it”

I don’t want it to be

I long for a might

A maybe, a perhaps

A reason to search, listen, feel, taste, wonder

A reason to go…

That said, he grabbed his old leather suitcase and took off. On a try to satisfy his boundless need for changing scenes. An impuls junkie. A crusade to cope with the hunger for all that is different. A pilgrimage, looking for those who not only see the world. For those who feel it, live it, change it. For those who are.


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