"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." ~ Paulo Coelho
As a child, you dream of the world. You imagine standing before the Pyramids, where pharaohs once ruled, or tracing the endless spine of the Great Wall of China. Travel feels like a quest, an adventure with a clear beginning and end. You go, you see, you return.
But once the road truly calls—once you step beyond the borders of the familiar—you realize there is no returning. Not really.
Because after you have felt the mist of Iguazú Falls on your skin, stood in the vast silence of Patagonia, traced your fingers over the frozen breath of an Estonian winter, or inhaled the smoky air of a village deep in northern Vietnam, the world is no longer something outside of you. It is within you, woven into your very being.
Your heart will forever linger in the blue depths of Kuang Si Falls, Laos. It will crave the feeling of weightlessness as you drift in the Dead Sea, the golden hush of dawn over the Sahara, the scent of saffron thick in the air of a Marrakech souk. You will long to cheer as cholita wrestlers hurl themselves into the ring in La Paz, to lose yourself in the rhythm of Istanbul’s streets, to gaze into the endlessness of the universe from the Atacama Desert, where the sky is so clear, so boundless, that the stars feel close enough to reach.
You may return—but never as the same person. Because once you have walked unfamiliar streets, once you have let the world seep into your skin, your heart will never again belong to just one place.
And so, you keep moving—not to escape, but to feel. To see, to taste, to hear, to breathe. To belong everywhere and nowhere all at once.
