What happens when you travel halfway around the world.

Nothing.

You adapt, or you die.

You may change, but you are the same.

You are happy at times, and you are sad at times.

You think, and you are thought about.

You look harder for a hidden meaning.

Nothing happens,

except that which you make happen.

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