Sometimes, the people you need to meet are on the other side of the world.

Because you can’t stay stuck in the same place all your life.
In the same routine.
In the same perspective.

Because how will you ever know that you are wrong?
Or that you are right?
Or that there is no such thing as either? 

Because everything changes on the other side of the border.
Even if they’re just lines drawn on a map.
Even if it’s only a man with a gun around his waist.

Because freedom isn’t in a fenced backyard.
It’s a lush green tropical forest.
It’s a rice field in rural Vietnam.

Because a mirror cannot reflect who you are.
Only the paths which you follow.
Only the friends that you make.