Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
At the core of my being is the desire to travel.
I long to experience the world, to be in places that I’ve never been, see things that I’ve always heard about and things I’ve never even imagined. To escape from the drudgery of the everyday routine, to leave behind the worries and the monotony, is bliss.
I yearn to drive, directionless and destinationless, on the back roads to see the wide open spaces and the wild places, and on the busy city streets and highways to watch people go by and see a place come to life.
There’s an entire world out there, but what good does it do me if I don’t go find it?