Some days the wanderlust is so strong I’m tempted to say “I need to travel like I need to breathe” but I refrain because the fact is it’s not like that at all. I won’t cease to exist if I don’t travel, but my existence would seem meaningless. What I should say is “I need travel like I need love”
Love is not a necessity and neither is travel, but it is these things that make life matter and it is these things that make every breath valuable.
Breathe in. A warm hug. Breathe out. The mountain tops of the Himalayas. Breathe in. A chaste kiss. Breathe out. A sandy beach in Thailand. Breathe in. The people you love. Breathe out. The places you love to be.