— we’re eternal travelers. we travel into people’s hearts, we make it our homes, we get familiar with the dustiest corners, and hold a lantern as we venture in the darkest parts. slowly, we decorate it with part of ourselves, and, with our bare feet, we walk and spread our warmth inside. ultimately comes a time where you must return home to yourself, and the traveler must depart. it is the tragic layer of life.
The older I get, the more I find that you can only live with those who free you, who love you with an affection that is as light to bear as it is strong to feel.
Today’s life is too hard, too bitter, too anemic, for us to undergo new bondages, from whom we love […]. This is how I am your friend, I love your happiness, your freedom, Your adventure in one word, and I would like to be for you the companion we are sure of, always.
—Albert Camus, Translated from Correspondance 1946-1959
