Everything (now) is road.

It's been a while since I left the "normal" life.

Everything is a road.

And life is a road.

A passable road.

It has a beginning and an end and this is what defines us.

The problem is that we think we have time.

We postpone our happiness and our dreams (those who have dreams anymore) for another moment we imagine will come. For a moment when the conditions will be more suitable, more "mature", more...more...more.

Stop waiting for life to start. Life doesn't wait.

The train has started and wherever it is it is reaching the terminus.

Get on board... with or without a ticket.

Run beside it while it moves, it will always move, life doesn't stop, you will stop existing.

So run alongside it while it's moving, and become a welder.

Grab the metal handle of the wagon and get inside.

You will find others there.

Not that many though.

Most have remained passive spectators of life. The train just passes in front of them.

You will find us.

Us, who were baptized crazy, unadaptable, risky, unsuitable for the productive machine of this western world.

But we learned to love life.

Realizing this unique gift.

Deniers of restlessness....smiling, amorous people.

(Excerpt from Motorcycle Diaries)