I'm like you and the restless travelers looking for the best haven in nature,
When it rained heavily, who was afraid of his clothes getting wet, a hot daylight, afraid of his skin burning,
The dust became the eternal enemy of the journey,
The wind became the true friend of the dry esophagus,
And when it comes to where its purpose, Tells them,
About the joy of a journey, About the boisterous spirit of inability to move,
And
About the meaning of an actual process, and also about the meaning of a sincere and friendly success,
"Goals are important, but far more importantly the favors of the process, because it is not worth cleaning the face with paper books"