a passage of Night Train to Lisbon [by Pascal Mercier]

 It's an error, a nonsensical act of violence, when we concentrate on the here and now with the conviction of thus grasping the essential. What matters is to move surely and calmly, with the appropriate humor and the appropriate melancholy in the temporally and spatially expanded internal landscape that we are.

Why do we feel sorry for people who can't travel? Because, unable to expand externally, they are not able to expand internally either, they can't multiply and so they are deprived of the possibility of undertaking expansive excursions in themselves and discovering who and what else they could have become.


i swear, this is so inspiring T-T and so true!!
i have to travel for my internal expansion, duh! lol i'm gonna convince my parents with this argument.. xD