"So put me on a highway, show me a sign and take it to the limit one more time."

At times, it's the beginning of a trip, a sometimes small, sometimes big, dose of sadness that makes you wonder if whatever you are about to do is even worth doing. Other times you are just letting go of something you once cared for, like a car or even a friend. Or simply saying goodbye to your folks when the beginning of the semester rolls around.

The one constant with goodbyes seems to always be a loneliness that overcomes your persona. It's just you and your thoughts now. Some people find peace in this, while others can't take it for long. It is incredibly boring at times and even weird at others; you start talking to yourself, you start asking questions you've never thought of before.

They say that boredom is the last privilege of a free mind, because it allows us to look at things in a different way, just like when cleaning becomes so much more exciting than your homework. Imagine a world with no distractions, nothing to take up space in our head besides the task at hand; do you realize how productive we would be? Because of that I've learned to appreciate goodbyes because more often than not they are just longer pauses between encounters.

They are my chance to let my mind wonder upon the many thoughts that constantly ramble in my head, to admire the things around me in ways that I've never done before. I think I'm guilty of making my visits to friends somewhat short, guilty of not spending enough time with them. Even my family has told me that I don't see them enough. But I need those moments, I enjoy leaving to coming back as a better me, there has never been a wasted goodbye, farewell, or even a wasted take care in my life. I have a reason to leave, and usually, because of that, one to come back.

I'm nowhere near to having all the answers, I have more questions than answers, but I try not to worry too much about that. Because I fear that if I run out of questions I might stop looking for answers and if that happens I really don't know what I would do with myself. I wouldn't need to be alone any longer, I wouldn't spend so much time looking at the sky, and I wouldn't be constantly leaving my friends and family. I don't want to call this luck or chance, but for now, I still have reasons to keep moving.

To me, those words are the trigger that tells me the journey has started. I hold the memories from my visits very dearly, and I'm truly blessed to be able to say that most of them are so good that I don't mind being haunted by them when the time to be alone comes. I don't know where I'm going and I don't care when I get there, because I'm in it for the joy of the ride. Problems keep me on road and adventure is really a matter of perspective.