"But I remember thinking how most of my great high school memories were localized capsules, like dots on paper waiting to be connected. A great weekend here, a good report card there. It was only when I extracted myself from each individual moment that I would realize that the damn picture still wouldn’t come into focus. Where was I going? Where did I want to go?"
"I wanted more. I wanted to see how the other half lived, to learn the things that weren’t found in books, to live a phantasmagoria of unforgettable experiences. I wanted to experience a life in which images glided by like kangaroos on rollerblades."
"After getting lost in a remote village because I was seeking a familiar temple but was approaching it from a completely different direction, I learned that where you are going is not all that matters. Where you are coming from matters, too."
"Who says you need a classroom for an education?"
http://kristof.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/05/03/on-the-ground-with-a-gap-year/
