Here is a story of a young man, Who was told he cannot, but discovered he can. He traded his paper, silver, and keys to his
chest, In exchange for a pen to map out his quest. He started drawing a shape the size of his
hand, Which turned out to be a beautiful faraway
land. He would party with locals when the stars were above, Drink their drink, dance their dance, and
sometimes find love. He would continue to draw, whatever came to his mind, Taking with him his heart and spirit, leaving only fear behind. His adventures were great, epic chapters to share. Trailblazing not only the nation’s land, but her water and air. His mind, body, and spirit united. There’s nowhere he couldn’t roam. He may have been born and raised in one place. But the world is his home. He took with him some items to place on his shelf, While others saw them as decoration, he saw parts of himself. Some friends thought him to be crazy at the end of the day. But those same ‘friends’ weren’t around when needed anyway. He learned when death is so distant, we set living off to another day. But when death could be near, we live without any delay. He continued to travel, through the highs and the lows. “Traveling as far as the eye could see, for when you get there, you can see further”. or so the saying goes. He made friends as he went, of different colors, shapes, and size. Though he noticed something similar in all of their eyes. 195 nations before 30 was his dream. Always has been. But on his 30th birthday, his wish? To do it all over again.