You

The first time traveling is always a scary feeling. The not knowing, to who am I sitting next to. From sitting shoulder to shoulder with strangers on a bus, train, plane, or even in a taxi, or on a shuttle. You look around your surroundings and wonder what this new place is all about. You do not talk to others in fear of not knowing who they really are. You search for things to do as you have a long layover, and you walk around, snap pictures, and wait. 

The fact that you will do just about anything to feel like you belong, to fill the gap that you have had placed in you since birth, means stepping out of your comfort zone. The work of your own is placed each day as you put your feet on the floor, and begin the day. You constantly are reminded how life is too short not to live. Now you are making decisions. 

Decisions that will effect you to your core. You tell yourself you got this, and can do it, and is willing to do just about anything to achieve this. You step into the unknown, you focus on what needs to get done. 

No one will truly understand the beating heart within your chest, because you do not let people know. You choose to look out the window and see the life you want pass you by, with one stepping stone, one, will, you forge on. You hold high the possibilities of tomorrow, of the days, the weeks, and so on to pass by, til you can go again. You need to go again. 

You silence the nagging feeling of not wanting to be here, and work, and work hard to the point your body is so exhausted you don't know which way is right or left. Keep going, keep driving, keep hoping.