I was sitting next to a 50-something years old Spanish woman and I noticed she was reading The Power of Now, from the same author of one of my favourite books. I immediately asked her about it, which quickly developed into a long conversation about spirituality, solo travelling, love and relationships. I looked into her eyes and saw myself growing older only to become some version of a stranger in an airplane. After 30-minutes we were both in tears, aware we were telling each other things we could never tell anyone, simply because we knew we would never see each other again. She said I reminded her of her younger self: curious, bold and intense, experiencing life to the fullest.
Love advice, by a 50-something
Love advice, by a 50-something
Love advice, by a 50-something
I was sitting next to a 50-something years old Spanish woman and I noticed she was reading The Power of Now, from the same author of one of my favourite books. I immediately asked her about it, which quickly developed into a long conversation about spirituality, solo travelling, love and relationships. I looked into her eyes and saw myself growing older only to become some version of a stranger in an airplane. After 30-minutes we were both in tears, aware we were telling each other things we could never tell anyone, simply because we knew we would never see each other again. She said I reminded her of her younger self: curious, bold and intense, experiencing life to the fullest.