When I’m sitting to long in my comfort zone, I start to feel myself like a deck. Flowing downstream to shore, starting to rot deck, around which just passing by extremely full river of life.
It’s always scary. Well, honestly. In my first hitchhiking trip I was shaking like a leaf, periodically stammered, being afraid of a driver like fire. But in the end I reached the sea of which I just dreamed couple of years but didn’t go there because of finances, circumstances and a bunch of other excuses ... worth it? Of course! And you cannot imagine how many new opportunities except seeing the see it opened to me.

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