However I try to imagine what my life will be in a few years, this concept always remains too appealing to let it go. I can’t think of my existence being spent in the same small piece of ground for the rest of my life. I feel like I owe it to myself to see the largest amount of this planet’s surface as possible, and I don’t see why I could only do that during my holidays. I don’t want holidays. I don’t want to need holidays. I want to live my life in a way that I can’t separate holidays and normality. Because for me, only when that normality becomes the greatest source of experiences will I achieve real happiness.