Party Dave

"There are few true travelers, and of these, none are full time. Like malaria, the traveling 'bug' enters the bloodstream, often through a tiny prick in the consciousness – a book, a song, a poem perhaps – and builds up in the body silently. Then one day the fever strikes with an intensity causing an incredible dissatisfaction with routine and normal life.The cost of traveling is high. To be a true traveler means severing bonds, leaving behind friends, family and security, casting one’s fate into the teeth of the unknown – and not many people dare to pay this price. Those who answer the “call of the road,” and are mentally suited to it, are among the happiest people on earth, and do not need to die to know what heaven is.Those who dare not leave their social obligations and security behind always carry with them the vague feeling that they have missed something important. Throughout their lives, they will be troubled by recurring periods of uneasiness that they can’t explain to themselves, or to anyone else. And they need not die to have a taste of hell.The traveling life, though costly, is so enriching emotionally and mentally that it does not, and cannot, last for long periods. It usually leaves the traveler spent and fulfilled, quite prepared to accept the regularity of a quiet life in exchange for the joyous uncertainty of the road.If you feel the call, “the lure of little voices, all abegging you to go,” don’t fight it and don’t be afraid of it. Take hold of it with both hands and kick yourself free. Live it until you know yourself – and then go back, if you can. It’s not an easy life, even if you do it right; it can be deadly difficult if you do it wrong. But, if you’re meant for it, it’s surely the greatest life on earth.” -Brian Tracy...but taken from Teri's space...Thanks