I want to feel most alive. I dream of far-away places , but these pictures in my mind are only vessels for emotion.

In less than two weeks, I board a plane, alone, for Seoul. All of the emotion, lack of emotion, and tumbling of events that led to the decision to go there don’t matter anymore. I’ve quit my idea of the “why” of this trip, and am going with a new goal:

I want to experience emotion.

Love: to fall into it, out of it.

Fear: to feel uncomfortable, and then face it, trudge through it.

Hunger: to want something, more than anything.

Bliss: the feeling at the summit.

I will tap into my 18-year-old vagabond frame of mind and experience this adventure in a way I’ve never experienced before. I need this.

Do you?