by Hermann Hesse wrote
.... one day the sun shone so incredibly young and yellow on the old main road, and slid a boat on the lake with a large black wing white as snow, and I then thought of as life was short, and suddenly all the intentions, desires and plans, not that he was nothing but a beautiful, incurable wanderlust.
Ah, the real desire to travel is nothing but dangerous thinking that will, without fear of any kind, to tackle head on the world and want to get answers from all the things, people, events. A desire that can not be appeased with the plans and books, which always requires more and costs more and more, where you have put your heart and blood.
Outside my window the sweet, warm west wind rummages in the black lake, without any purpose, in his raging and consuming passion, wild and insatiable.
This is the real wild and insatiable desire to travel, the urge to learn and experience new things, that no knowledge and no experience are able to satisfy. A stimulus that is stronger than us and all the chains, which always wants more sacrifice from those who are dominated.
Are there not men who go hunting for money, and for women and the principles of a wild and beyond all, to ruin? So here we go to hunt us, we enthusiasts travel, what you can take from Mother Earth, with the desire to be at one with her, possess and surrender to her, to an extent which can not be obtained, but only dream of, desire, yearn. And perhaps this
our hunting, that passion is no different and better than the player, the speculator, the Don Juan of arriving.
But at this point in our lives our passion I feel better and more worthy than many others.
When the earth is calling us, when we recall the wanderers come back to us restless and she outlines the place of rest, then the end will not leave, a modest yield, but rather a taste, thirsty and thankful, the most profound experiences. We are curious to know South America, explored the creeks of the southern seas, the poles of the earth, the secret of the winds, currents, lightning, avalanches, but even more we are endlessly curious about death, the last and the most exciting experience of our being on earth. Since we know that all the knowledge and experience, we may be well deserved and rewarding only those who willingly dedicate our lives.
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