Travelling the dusty highways in the early evenings, just as the light began to fade, I would look out along the perpendicular dirt tracks that joined the road at intervals. They undulated away gently into the distance; slow streams of people in twos and threes and fours walked them, through the haze, talking easily, making their way back from wherever lay beyond. I longed to take every one of these turnings, to step out along every track in the morning, to return at dusk, to see what lay over each of these horizons and to share in the stories of those that returned from them. My trajectory, and that of each one of us, was that of a meteor, shedding millions of tiny sparks of possibility with every passing second, each with the capacity to ignite a flash of experience, but nearly all of which quickly burned up and vanished as it was left behind. The fire that moved forward was the flame of our lives. Luke F.D. Marsden
I do not know where to go, but I have been on the road.
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Miyakahi Hayao
While she was in transit, being unattached was exhilarating, but the moment she stopped, so did the high.
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Whitney Otto
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Abigail Adams
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
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Lao Tzu
Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.
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Travelling the dusty highways in the early evenings, just as the light began to fade, I would look out along the perpendicular dirt tracks that joined the road at intervals. They undulated away gently into the distance; slow streams of people in twos and threes...
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Whatever yerz’re lookin’ for, I hope yerz find it. Yerz moight’ve never lost it!
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