Mt-Batur, Bali- Indonesia
Today I was scared. I started to doubt. I started to doubt if I would ever cycle around the world. If I would ever learn to surf like I want to. If I would ever find my way to make a difference in this world. If I would ever realize my dreams.
I crossed a two year milestone of my trip over a week ago, but I did not feel like making a post about it. Time goes on, but I’m staying still. I doubted that I am not living according to my dreams anymore.
If people regret only the things they didn’t do on their deathbed, my approach to a satisfying life must be correct.
However, thinking now about the past two year, I have lived to most exhausting but rewarding life I could imagine. I have seen a glimpse of the best and the worse of half of the world. I have found love and have overcome hate. I know better than ever what makes me happy. I have also learned to take every day as it comes and be comfortable stepping into unknown.
I am where I should be. My journey is still on a right path, because there is only one path to follow. Mine. If people regret only the things they didn’t do on their deathbed, my approach to a satisfying life must be correct. There should be no doubt.
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