Vagabonding is about not merely reallotting a portion of your life for travel but rediscovering the entire concept of time.

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.

What better way to discover the unknown than to follow your instincts instead of your plans.

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.

Begin to look at maps with the narcotic tingle of possibility.

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?

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