Her. Him. To the dreamers. To the travelers I’ve met and to the travelers who I have yet to meet (and by travelers, I mean soul mates too).
To those who are fearful of stepping outside the circle of convenience and convention, I will speak of my own fears too. To those who are overwhelmed of being flooded with emotions and thoughts, I will listen fully and recommend meditation after the ritual of release. To those who keep questioning themselves before dipping their toes into the water, I will give them a copy of a letter entitled Live Like a Mighty River written by Ted Hughes for his son. To the childlike, to the meek, to those who wisely balance their professions and their nomadic energies, I will commend them of passions well pursued. To those whose perspectives get narrowed down by social rules and labels, I will speak to them with intimate words which (hopefully) will widen and deepen their consciousness. To those who are moved by art, I will ask them to show me their own art and show it to the world, waiting to see it. To those who complain during their 12-hour bus rides, I will recommend browsing soulful blogs such as Infinite Satori, The Wandering Orange, and The Traveling Light (or Art of Movement, and of course all other equally inspiring travel blogs) and find solace along their journeys. To those who struggle with the mechanics of people coming and leaving, I will ask for their addresses and send them postcards crafted with friendship.
To those who drive in the cold and dark to catch the sunrise at the beach, in solitude or in groups, I will smile at them, sit with them, and beam at the circulating love within and around them. To those who think thrice before approaching the girl at the hammock, I will share with them the story about that time when someone asked my name and gave life to me once more.
Her. Him. To the dreamers. Remember that the cosmos collaborates to make your dreams happen, one wander at a time.