When you travel, there is a chance you might meet strangers who will fill up the spaces in your heart.
I’m in a transit room of life. My flight has been delayed and I am stucked in the waiting room where I got to know a
sleepyhead girl who is also waiting for her next flight. You could say we only talk to each other because we are grounded here with nowhere to go (which is probably true), it doesn’t matter. We are now friends, but I know sooner or later we have to board the planes and head off to different destinations. We might keep in touch and meet each other again or we might just be part of each other’s distant memories. I don’t know. But I will do with whatever the future decides.
There are people who travel in search of love,
people who travel in search of their inner selves,
people who travel in search of the meaning of life,
or for whatever reasons.
I travel to meet people like a sweet friend of mine. =)