Wandering is an obsession with another life

Some people say: "because young, so wandering."

So, abandon the whole world, walk on the edge of the city alone, look for that yearning.

At some point, you will sit on a park bench and watch the people passing by, then gently tap your nails on the chair. It seems to be a process, perhaps more like a sadness. Hurried by figure, feel the smell of once familiar in the air, as if have been around someone said to me, "the homeless, is a process of growing up, one after one day, when we will meet again, like white clouds cannot leave a blue sky."

In life there are too many helpless, as if in a place to live for a long time, very want to, really want to change the environment, and then a series of cries farewell scene, this is a kind of helpless, helpless is even if are more heart loathe to give up, we still want to say goodbye with a smile.

Therefore, we learn to grow in the absence, in the wanderings mature. Even after today, all the people become visitors, all things become memories, this is also a kind of happiness. After all, once we just like the wind blows leaves, even if is not the same, all come from all over the world, but there is a kind of edge will be piled up together, we learn together, work together, walk through together day, silently remember in heart.

It is a kind of happiness, a process, the path of growth is you tell me that vagabonding is not a floating life, wandering only in pursuit of the dream that has not been touched in the heart. Longing for the longing in the distance, they embark on the journey without any hesitation. The eyes are blurred and the scenery along the road is like the footprints of the crowd. After that, there is no trace. Through the glass, you can see the clouds in the sky, with the wind, never rest on the drifting, perhaps the next intersection, is the end of his hometown.

Through a bolt, also across the rainy day, then learn to use language to tell the this hard-won but losing the emotional, because in the way of growing up, you taught me to grow the definition of the word, the wind, blowing together, when the rain, shower together, cried, laughed, too. So, I like to remember these two words.

One day, standing in the middle of another unfamiliar city, look at the past people and eyes are kept free on everyone's face, keep looking, afraid to miss every familiar smile.

At the same time in the miss, love, love will be around things compared with images of memories, like at the foot of the street, people also like the memory intensive, things are as familiar as memory, street is McDonald's on the left, then turn right is a station. Every city I guess. About the same, because the hustle and bustle of busy let's vision lost recognition ability to the thing, the only, no is the once familiar smile appeared on the street.

So, a lot of times we are very helpless. Life will continue, we will continue to go on, wave a wave of sleeves, will not shed the tears of the eyes, face the sun, still heartless smile. Even though the wandering life is a hard process, but it is also a kind of yearning and persistence in the face of life, only have the courage to pursue their own dream. Because the floating life, is through the baptism of wind and rain, will become more mature, more understanding of life. Life is not always good, and it can't always be sunny, so we must learn to get used to life, and growing up in the wind and rain will make your life more resilient.

We all grow up in life, but also independent in the stray, will leave one day, however, to a distant place, to find the original dream in the heart, please don't cry, don't be sad. Young we, all need to go wandering, all need to be tempered. Because we still have the dream not to realize, we still have the life not to finish.

Therefore, we should strive to strive instead of staying in one place and settling the future. Young, we know too little, so that we can try every challenge, only grow in battle to stand out. Only in the constant challenge, can always stand at the top of the life sail, even if the wind is big, do not blow the direction of your heart.

"Because young, so wandering"

Vagabonding will make us more mature, rather than a waste of time.

Vagrancy will make us understand the cruelty of life, not just like the greenhouse flower.

Wandering, like running the sun of tomorrow, is for the pursuit of another life, that kind of floating, bitter, but revealing the life of dawn.