The man biked seven thousand miles! That means he lived on his bicycle for eleven thousand two hundred and sixty-five kilometres. Sue me for thinking that he might know what he is talking about.
The adventure doesn't have to be a bike or a huge trip through Chile and Colombia. It could be anything that excites and scares you at the same time. Something that pushes you to live rather than just exist. I know not every day can be lived like that but I hope that we strive to live every day like this because when we are eighty, feeling like one day we were twenty with our entire lives in front of us and the next thing we knew, we were eighty with aching joints and an acute sense of time lost existing rather than really living.
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