Last night, I considered giving up. What is the point of going to every country? I am to burn my passports. Huh! Who cares about what I do?
Well... Nobody needs to care. But I am happy in my small world; seriously, why should I be putting myself to trouble to visit all those not so nice and not so desirable places to go? Why? Am I out of my mind? I don't know the answer to that. I don't know if I am quitting or going on either. I'm sure all who take on a challenge question what they're doing and consider giving up at one point. I know that I have entertained the idea of quitting during my first two round-the-world tours, and even on the third one which was more comfortable in comparison. And I still went on. I endure. I am a testa dura as Italians say. I am hard-headed. Whether that's a good trait or a stupid one is up for debate. The state of the world is... Well, we all know how horrible it is. What's going to be happening with all this fighting and “crisis” going on, only God knows. What would happen to me for saying all the things I do? It's not a smart thing to stick yourself out in such a troubled world. Whatever, this is not the point I quit. I have plans, I am going on a two-months trip soon to visit ten Caribbean countries. I see what comes after that. We see how far this mission goes...
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