Adventure is not always what you think it will be, and in the end, it won't always be as great as you dreamed it to be. Because it is always so much more.
You'll think back on the days where you could have slept a little less and traveled a little more. You'll wish you would have talked to that stranger at the subway. Stayed an extra house at that coffee shop. Bought that book you skimmed through for house. Taken a cab to a new part of town. And stressed a whole lot less about things that don't even matter now. You're going to wish all those things and more. You're going to assume you missed out and messed it all up.
And that's okay.
Just don't forget the unforgettable moments that made it all beautiful.
Sure, you missed a few stops along the way and didn't get to stay as long as you'd wish, but it was a beautiful adventure. It always will be.
The not knowing what time zone you’re in or what day it is, dancing in the rain, chasing the sunrise, blaring good music, mountains climbs with dirty jeans and old boots, naps on the rocking dock, tan lines, being lost in a place you’ve never been, wrinkled-up maps, coffee stains on journals, midnight bonfires, laying in fields of wildflowers, new friends and old friends together, nostalgia and wanderlust all mixed together, skipping rocks under the overpass, crossing state lines on foot, walking the rails of empty tracks, miles of unplanned wandering, paddle boats and canoes, sinking in the tide, abandoned buildings, stories from strangers, falling in love with creation, finding yourself, seeing new life, total freedom. Back roads and highways, mountains and valleys, creeks and oceans, cities and desolate land.
This, this is what it’s all about.
It's not what you "thought it would be"
It's about what it "turned out to be"