Earsay, Eyesay

Traveling is no longer leisure for me. It is now a tool of sweet sensation---like a mobile tunnel of freedom to practice educational principles and learn more about other cultures. And I shall continue to keep my ears and eyes attentive for the new moments from when I arrive, depart, and/or return on various occasions, days, and times. Either way, we tend to witness new things, new people, taste new things, and possibly exchange knowledge about our own culture and self to be understood and acknowledged. Eyes even noticed the variations of hate I’ve never seen before--which leaves me soaking in questionable quotes:

When did right become wrong?

Will equality ever exist beyond fine print?

Who can really love all without misconceptions?


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