Who says you are born only once?
Who says you only live once? 

The moment you hit the road, and a gust of dusty wind hits your face
The moment you stop bothering about what has been left behind, and what lies ahead
The moment you shoo away fear, anxiety, and negativity,
And realize you weren’t born to grow old and older in only one country or city
The moment you set out to explore the world like a curious child with no fear
And realize you have nothing to stop you, nothing to lose sleep over
The moment you discover that you are miles away from your cozy comfort zone
You once again are born 

Amid the vast rice fields in Ubud,
And crowded piazzas in the ancient Roman towns,
In Masr, the suburbs on the outskirts of Cairo,
In the foothills of the Hindu Kush, amid the lost civilization of Mohenjo-Daro 

You are born to live this time, in the true sense of the word
To savor every second, to make every minute count,
To meet new people, set foot in unknown lands, sail in uncharted waters
To make memories,
Here, there, and everywhere, around the world.