If you were supposed to be in one place the entire life, then you'd have roots instead of feet. So go, travel. Breathe in the mist of the woods, get your hands dirty in the muddy water, get your jeans ripped naturally. Listen to the sound of silence - yes, even silence has it's sound which echoes from your own mind. Discover yourself in the process of discovering new places. Run barefoot on the sandy beaches, climb up the wildest trees, tumble down the hill. Run, jump, climb and also fall down sometimes. But just don't stop. Just move. Just travel.