You see the dream ..... then you get there... its simple.

I like the life of a nomad. I go so far and see so much that my mind speaks to me a different language than the language i use with the world. I can almost touch what i want to be because the need to be that is so compelling that i see my destination materializing before my eyes. I test myself. Not because they want to test me but because I must be worthy of that dream for it to become mine.The race, they made it but i love it. It runs in my veins making each drop of blood race faster than the next. I feel nothing but the rush of adrenaline as i compete ... to make my tomorrow real.