Opening yourself up for love and actually giving it 100%, is absolutely terrifying. So most people avoid it like the plague. We share bad coffee, stare at each other with ever increasing confidence over wildly overpriced drinks, even fuck casually, but being truly vulnerable?

I travelled, I lived in different countries, I moved with nothing but a small suitcase, and let me tell you - travel has been romanticized beyond all reason as some magical cure for all your mental issues. Eat, pray, love, anyone?

You know who I’m talking about. The adrenaline junkies, the travel obsessed, the sex addicts, the list goes on. Live is good as long as they are entertained by an ever evolving rotation of thrills.