Travel, my friend, is a pile of acceptable sins, a heap of sweet mistakes, forgiving you the calcifications of staying put and the rigidities of lingering. So embrace it to renew your wrinkles and add something to the fading pleasures of your youth. Travel is not a movement from one place to another, but a return in a time machine to youthfulness, a comeback from the old age of routine to the youth of freedom. Travel is the elixir of eternal youth that cosmetic surgeons won't prescribe.
The airport is before you, and boredom is behind you. What are you waiting for?
(Unimportant note: The author is a traveler who spent his life journeying, shortening his prayers, and never achieving his desires. This is the author's third publication/wandering in travel literature. It is the first fruit of the "Arabic Wanderings" series, exploring the neglected corners of the vast and dazzling Arab world, starting here and ending at your doorstep).