Cross the world four times.
First, in your teens or 20s, to take it all in. See it all, do it all, and learn. Get involved. Stay up all night talking with strangers, everywhere. Kiss and fall and promise to them all. Make lots of mistakes.
Cross the world the first time to fall in love.
A beautiful concept, and something I personally experience each time I travel.
Now, in my late 30s, I put myself somewhere between Derek’s description of the second and third times. Perhaps closer to the third time, it just feels heavier.
And that fourth time — what a bittersweet sadness 🥹
Source: https://sive.rs/4
