Hello folks👋, its been a long time coming, but here I am. Over the past two months I've travelled around different countries. And every time I go to a new place, I find that fact and fancy look alike. I visualize the feeling of accomplishment. And I feel like I've reached the summit of Mt. Everest. The pure exhaustion experienced after the long travel is not so relevant anymore. It doesn't faze me anymore after months of globe🌍 trotting. It made me realize that life is a journey, often not easy so we gotta keep wearing our oxygen masks. I know that my journey sometimes has breathtaking views. Fresh air, peace, love, joy and happiness. But I've also hit a place in my journey that had my feet planted in the mud. Each attempt to move forward proved to be more difficult than the last but I still kept moving towards my goal. Life has forced me to slow down and smell the roses. The path of our journey has such beauty along the way. All of the detours distract us from the beauty of the climb.
Until I post again, Peace King signing off!
Adiós!