I remember when I was four years old, my grandmother would sometimes take me to downtown Davao whenever she had errands. Since it's uneconomical to take the cab, we rode a jeep. While on our way, she would always remind me not to stick my head and hands outside. Knowing me, I'd defy the grandma rules and do the opposite. I loved how the wind caressed my face - the feeling of being free. She got mad because I might fall or hit the opposite bound traffic. Nonetheless, I'd always treasure the time whenever we go out of our house and visit new places.
That being said, we always long for a journey. It doesn't really matter whether it would be just a short trip to a nearby town or a flight to the last frontiers of our Earth. That includes taking risks along the way.