Your road.

When the road is full of potholes and there’s a thousand metre drop and the bus is behaving more like a plane loaded with chickens on the inside and people on the roof but you still just call it a bus and you still just call it a road- you’ve travelled and you’re travelling.

When the women are all beautiful and the children play similar games in different clothes, you’re travelling.

When you don’t understand the language but you know what they mean, you’ve travelled and you’re travelling.

When you’ve swallowed water from the Nile and the Amazon and seen waves on Lake Malawi then you’ve travelled and you’re travelling.

When you can always take one more step to reach the summit and you know the true value of chocolate then you’re travelling.

When a starry night is normal and you know why the pyramids are there… when you can hear the song the fireflies are dancing to above a rice field in Japan or under a waterfall in Brazil, then you’ve travelled and you’re travelling.

When you look at your feet and remember when you first rose from a crawl then you’ve travelled and you’re travelling.

When you think that you have never been beyond that hill, then you’ve travelled. You’ve made it this far in your steps that may be to the corner or beyond the horizon. It’s not the distance but the depth, not the colours but the richness, not the money but the time, not the sadness but the laughter.

Some stand like trees in a forest. Some soar like condors or wander like albatrosses. Some weather storms like stoic rocks. Some bend like blades of grass. Some flutter like butterflies. Some skip like stones across a pond.

All the somes make the all.

Keep travelling.