I search, and search, and search, in crowds and in silence, my own being, the feeling of being home with me.

Don’t I already know it? Haven’t I already touched it? In those short and sudden moments – when I hear flute in a massive ruins; when I witness sunset with my long shadow in an unknown land; when I am at not-sure-how-I-can-get-back-to-city’s nowhere… I know, I always know, those very moments, I am at home with myself.

I’ve found myself. I know my purpose. I only need to go back there, from time to time.

Being there, with myself.

I came to this earth life to experience the beauty of the Earth.

I am always at home with the unknown.

It’s always easier for me to make friends with strangers who are in the far-away lands.