Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune;

Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,

Strong and content, I travel the open road.

–Walt Whitman

My trip officially starts today.  I’m both super excited and at the same time nervous.

As the preparation is getting more and more intense, the long-anticipated trip is getting more and more real, at the same time it is actually getting more and more unreal in a way – like a dream.

Sometimes I’m seriously doubtful if I’m strong enough to walk thirty plus kilometers or 18 plus miles a day for a month straight; but sometimes I’m very confident that I can do it.

Even feeling the fear and uncertainty, I want to do it anyway. It is like many things in life.

The belief of the rich reward of the adventure dominants more than anything else in my mind.  I yearn for the spiritual experience more than the physical experience. To get close and be able to talk to my own soul excite me. I am looking forward to meeting the best of myself along the way.

Life becomes un-ordinary when you are bold to experience the unusual.

I’m ready to let my soul fly and sing.