For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.
For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.
I am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.
One must never look for happiness: one meets it by the way.
A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.
I am full of the sorrow that goes with changes in surroundings, those successive stages of annihilation that slowly lead to the great and final void.
The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories