Self-Realisation, Travel

Waving To Myself

When I’m on the bike path riding my truly weird recumbent bicycle, sometimes I pass someone else similarly outfitted. And I wave.

Same thing happens when a pregnant mom meets another at the airport, or when two backpackers encounter each other in a strange city.

Of course, we’re not waving at the other person. We’re waving at ourselves.

Reblogged from: here

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