Passengers
This conversation made me think about being a passenger. How some forms of travel are much more broadening and fulfilling than others. Spending a day to fly halfway around the world is so much smaller of a journey than spending a day on the roof of an old bus to go 100 Kilometers. One is a dull, monotonous, noisy ordeal and the other is a joyous, exciting, enlightening, rewarding adventure.
“I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.”
― Rosalia de Castro 
“Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.”
― Ernest Hemingway 
“Why am I traveling this road to Zinder, where really there is no road?”
From the poem: Lost By Way of Tchin-Tabarden
Written by: Susan Rich
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by”
From the poem: “The Road Not Taken”
Written by: Robert Frost
“It is better to travel well than to arrive.”
― Buddha 
“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.”
― Andre Gide
Tourists don't know where they've been, travelers don't know where they're going.
― Paul Theroux 
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
― Mark Twain
“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson 
“If I could live again - I will travel light,….
I'll watch more sunrises and play with more children”
From the poem: “Instants”
Written by: Jorge Luis Borges
“O the streets of cities!
The flitting faces—the expressions, eyes, feet, costumes!
O I cannot tell how welcome they are to me.”
From the poem: Poem of Joys.
Written by: Walt Whitman
“I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind,
and out beyond all bounds;”
From the poem: “Baby’s World”
Written by: Rabindranath Tagore
“It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,
For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep, --
They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path”
From the poem: For'ard'
Written by: Henry Lawson
You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world.
― William Hazlitt 
“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”
― Anais Nin
I look forward to seeing you out there.
Julian Ray
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