Nefelibata
As I wandered through the continent, I began to lose track of borders, of languages, of all things except the culture of whatever place in which I found myself. The most outstanding interaction I had: I met a band of rapscallions, tan of skin, gentle of heart, and fiery of soul. During my short period travelling with them, they came to refer to me as "Nefelibata."
"What does it mean?" I implored the leader of the rogues.
"Nefelibata is the man who walks on the clouds."
"Uhh... we are all walking on the ground."
"No!" he snapped, a gleam of that burning passion in his eyes. "It means you are the one who is not bound by the rules and tethers of this world. He who has forged his own path in mind, body, and spirit, he who has forsaken a common life to become something uncommon, he whom without a second thought abandoned all the trappings and comforts of complacence to seek a higher realm of understanding, a higher level of truth, and a life that few could survive, let alone embrace... He is the one we call Nefelibata."
The highest honor I have ever received came from a group of bandits who nothing more than called me as I am: Cloud-walker, he who lives his dreams.