to travel, trade bits and pieces of yourself with nature is truly the happiest thing in the world
care a little less, and maybe.. just maybe live a little
What makes you, you? Find what you strive for, and never, ever let that go.
No matter what people say.
Looking through my photo album of how I’ve grown sparks a spontaneous sadness within me. I am unsure why that is. Maybe how damn pure, and young we were. Maybe I miss it. Maybe I should be a lot further than I am. Maybe I came a long way, who really knows.
time really flies..