When I started traveling full-time at the age of 19, for many years I thought I was living the life. I
thought I was free in every way possible: physically, psychologically, financially. I can go to a country and leave it the next day if I didn’t like being there. I could wake up at 6 a.m. or 3:00
p.m. whatever I felt like. I could ride motorbikes or hike mountains there. I thought I was living in total and complete freedom, however, at some point it became apparent that something was missing. For example, if I could get hooked on a book, I could read up to 200 pages per day and then not read anything for weeks, or I could hike 860 kilometers all across Spain in 25 days and then do sports for months. I kept thinking, was that really free if I was controlled by my instincts every single day of my life…
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