there is still an overwhelming social compulsion-an insanity of consensus, if you will-to get rich from life rather than live richly, to “do well” in the world instead of living well.

Of all the adventures and challenges that wait on the vagabonding road, the most difficult can be the act of coming home.

Money, of course, is still needed to survive, but time is what you need to live. So, save what little money you possess to meet basic survival requirements, but spend your time lavishly in order to create the life values that make the fire worth the candle. Dig?

For some reason, we see long-term travel to faraway lands as a recurring dream or an exotic temptation, but not something that applies to the here and now. Instead — out of our insane duty to fear, fashion, and monthly payments on things we don't really need — we quarantine our travels to short, frenzied bursts.

In reality long-term travel has nothing to do with demographics, age, ideology, income, and everything to do with personal outlook.

I think your travels get better when you stop showcasing your journey to others and begin to live it, quietly and joyfully.

Work is when you confront the problems you might otherwise be tempted to run away from