Dear Road Trips,
You take on a life of your own as we begin to talk about you while sitting in our hostel rooms on Saturday mornings with nothing to do. You give us hope,a dream that we can forget about life's troubles . We create you, name you, plan you out, schedule you.
And while we live you out, life marches on. Life teaches us. Life lives us.
You have taken us to the Blue mountains of Nilgiri, where the views made us feel so small, and we couldn't help but say god really did make this beautiful world. We traveled with you to the golden coasts of Goa where the crashing waves made my heart sing, and beer made tummies happy.
You gave birth to friendship and brotherhood that will last till the end of my days.
With you, we have traveled to the North and the South and the East and the West, and helped us rediscover the joy of companionship, the thrill of beauty, the addictive noise of a motorcycle engine, the road stretching endlessly before us while we ride on without a care in the world. The troubles of university exams nothing more than a distant memory
I am happy to be me. So thankful to be living in the moment.
You continually remind me that life is short and we will not get a second shot at living life. That I have to live in the Now. Really live in the Now. That impulses can be good, and not everything must be planned out. You have a way of speaking to my heart and refreshing me from deep within, bringing to my attention what matters most. ...life.....love.
You do me good.
Thank you for some of the best memories that I will ever have
