One of my father's greatest desires was always to travel and see the world, and yet he could never master his fear of the unknown. Many of the qualities that make travel one of the great loves of my life were the very things that filled him with dread. I find myself wondering if I travel so much as a direct rebellion against his own fears and worries?
What dreams lay forgotten within you, unvoiced and unnoticed? We grow up, go to school, learn about the world and gather information. Then we graduate, get a job, chose a partner -- become an adult! Growing older we make choices and take on new responsibilities. What happens to those distant dreams we had as children?