Singing is my passion and I always wanted to travel the country.

So spoke Thia Megia, a young voice lifted in song, declaring with honesty and fervor: “Singing is my passion and I always wanted to travel the country.” These words, though simple, carry the breath of eternal truth. For within them lies the union of two ancient forces: the burning fire of passion, and the restless wind of travel. Together they form the path of the artist—the one who cannot remain silent, and who cannot remain still, for both song and journey are etched into the very soul.

To say that singing is passion is to confess that music is not a pastime, but a lifeblood. The singer does not merely produce sound; they breathe out their very being. In the voice, the hidden heart is revealed—its sorrows, its joys, its longings. Such a soul, ablaze with melody, cannot remain enclosed. It seeks to be heard, to share the flame with others. Yet passion alone is not enough. It demands movement, the spreading of its light beyond one place. Thus arises the yearning to travel, to carry the gift from town to town, from stranger to stranger, until the song becomes not just personal, but universal.

The ancients knew this well. Consider the bards of Greece, who wandered from city to city, singing the tales of gods and heroes. They carried not only their voices but the memory of a people. Or think of the medieval troubadours, who crossed kingdoms with little more than their instruments and their hearts, weaving poetry into song, bringing joy, wisdom, and hope wherever they went. Like Thia, they united passion and travel, making of their journeys a living bridge between souls.

History gives us shining examples of this spirit. Woody Guthrie, the American folk singer, roamed across his country during the Great Depression, carrying with him not riches, but a guitar and a voice that spoke for the weary and the poor. His passion was song, his mission was the road, his purpose was to give voice to those who could not speak for themselves. In him we see the living embodiment of Megia’s words: to sing with fire, and to travel so that the flame may reach as many hearts as possible.

Her statement also reminds us of the deep bond between art and journey. For art that never travels risks becoming stagnant, and travel without art risks becoming empty. Together, they shape both the artist and those they meet. To sing in one’s own home is joy, but to sing across the land is transformation—of self, and of others. Each performance becomes a seed sown, and each road taken a path to new growth. Thus, her dream reflects the eternal calling of the artist: to be a vessel of beauty carried upon the winds of the world.

The lesson is clear: discover your passion, and do not hide it. Let it move you, let it guide you, let it carry you beyond the walls of comfort. If your heart burns with song, then sing; if it burns with craft, then create; if it burns with service, then serve. And when you find that fire, let it travel—into your community, into your work, into the world—so that others may be warmed by it. For passion hoarded withers, but passion shared multiplies.

Practically, this means we must dare to live outwardly. Take your art, your voice, your craft into spaces where others can see and hear. Do not be afraid to travel—whether across the country, across your city, or even across the barriers of silence within your own life. Share yourself boldly, for the road is not only for discovery, but for giving.

Thus, Thia Megia’s words shine like a youthful song of promise: “Singing is my passion and I always wanted to travel the country.” May we, too, heed this call—not only to cherish what sets our souls ablaze, but to carry it forth into the world. For in passion shared and journeys undertaken, we find not only our own fulfillment, but the weaving of joy, harmony, and hope into the lives of others.