And in the end it´s not even about the final stop but about the way that takes me there. It´s the wind on my face and the feeling of freedom that spreads through my body. Is the insecurity I get to look at the horizon and see nothing and everything at the same time. It´s realize the excitement it gives me just to know that what now I call the unknown will be less than this as I approach to my destination. It´s to know I have the world placed in my bare hands and that it only takes me to point out my finger to the next stop. And it´s also to know that I don´t belong to any of those places because all of this is not about finding myself, it´s about breaking through.