Almost every magazine piece I've ever written, I felt like I haven't done it justice, like it was just a gloss.

You should own nothing except what you can carry on your back at a dead run.

But somethings in life are more important than being happy. Like being free to think for yourself.

It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty.

I never studied writing, but I'd always been a reader and had a secret fantasy about being a writer.

The trip was to be an odyssey in the fullest sense of the word, an epic journey that would change everything.

There is something special about a quiet untouched forest that just pulls you into the moment. Something that no parks will ever be able to achieve. Isn't that what we're all searching for in life? To just be happy and content in the moment, to just be there in the "now"?