There are days when the head is not qualified to process everything that's going on inside it. The ideas, travel and dreams. It builds up such a large amount of material, it is impossible to lower it to ground and then everything becomes chaotic.
Travel is a good provocative element to all this happen. The head opens, the senses open and you unwittingly becomes a giant sponge ... the mortimer type but much larger grid. Then everything starts to decant absorbed blow and the game gets complicated.
Still, the most beautiful of the trip is the feeling of absolute freedom that reigns in the head. Without it, things would be very different, much less enjoyable. It is the freedom to be what you want to be, without the stigma or frameworks imposed on us, without realizing it, the place where we belong.
live would be good to travel ... as a great poet of the trip: "life is no life without surfing, so I should give it a try and see how it ... total is everything to gain.
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