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  • I live a life without traditions.

    Birthdays often go by unnoticed. I can't even recall the last memorable new year's eve or the last ceremony I wholeheartedly participated in. We even take pride in skipping Valentine, even though that might be a tradition in itself...

    Traditions often celebrate the milestones in one's life. I must be living a very slow life, cause those stones are few and far between for me.

    Yet when I travel, traditions seem around every corner. I admire the people as they lose themselves in a seemingly meaningless celebration. I admire them because their life has an added layer I seem to lack. Secretly, I might even want to step in and be a part of it.

    Yet I'll always remain the outsider. The tourist. The observer without tradition.
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