I cried. Why, I don’t know. I guess traveling on the train really brings out my passion. I read somewhere that the way to really identify your true passion is to start thinking of things that you might want to do and the first thing that brings tears to your eyes is your passion. I guess that my passion is travel. I feel that I have so much pent up inside of me. So much anger. So much sadness. So much frustration. I think that we go day to day masking these emotions and never really get a chance to unleash them. So many people wonder why I chose to do this trip alone. I have no regrets at all. I’m glad that I did it alone. I think everyone should do it at least once in their lives. Just you. No one else. When it comes down to it I think we all need to spend more time with the person that truly knows us…ourselves. It’s that person that we let no one see, not even our families or best friends. We all have that person inside of us that we guard so well. Honestly, if I had someone with me on this trip I wouldn’t have been able to reflect on all these things. Company can be very awkward. Especially when traveling. You start talking about anything just to alleviate the boredom or to fill empty gaps or uncomfortable silences. You never really get a chance be alone in your own thoughts. Now I see why monks choose a life of seclusion. Not to say that I would ever go that route! I enjoy people; I enjoy conversation, and socializing. But this trip is about me. I need to find myself and reclaim my identity and this trip is just what I needed. I’m halfway to nirvana. 3 more weeks to go! I know I can do it!

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