Have you ever felt like something, somewhere in the world is calling for you?
Is not like an actual sound, is more like a feeling, an urge in the chest so big that makes want to you run away right that second.
At the begining i used to have heavy breathe and stand up in the middle of no matter what, my chest bumping and my ears looking for a sound it didn't exist, mi eyes lost in the horizont. Thats why i started jogging, but it only made it clearer that i needed to go, sometimes i even ran like it was in front of me.
I really didnt knew what i was looking for, i still don't, but is a funny feeling. I'm called from somewhere over the world to do something, i'm called and i know (even if i never said it loud) that i made my life so i can go and find it. Isn't that crazy? paranoic? or is just fate, a destiny only my body knows and for wich my mind is still trying to catch up?
I know this travel is a lonely one because i only hear that call when im alone, thinking about life, in my quiet and pacific way.
Maybe my call is a traveling one, maybe i just want to travel to find something, someone that i know is only in my head.....i surely know i wont find it here, so i must go...go and run, go and discover, go and find myself ever again, every time breaver, every time wiser, every time closer.
This is what i call fate, this is what i call crazy.

The begining of an adventurer.