On and off for the past few months I have had small lagoons of existential doubts during which such questions as the following clouded my mind, why do I travel? do I really need to travel? wasn't my life at home good enough?
I am currently swimming through one of those lagoons... when you wake up at 6 am in La Paz and wonder what the heck you're doing there and realise your fun-filled day has absolutely no meaning it's hard to put things into perspective.
Sometimes I feel like sticking my head in a box and never coming out...
I know that I will eventually come out of this lagoon, so in the meantime I try and make sense of my current lifestyle by reading RL Stevenson's quote
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” – Robert Louis Stevenson