For someone who grew up following rules, staying in line and conforming to norms, internally, I longed for adventure, one that I can tell when I’m older.
There has always been something inside telling me that there’s more to it than meets the eye.
Traveling (though not too often) made me feel freer than usual, a sense of freedom and independence from all those things that hold me back from living life to the fullest. A chance to become a kind person to the eyes of a friendly stranger, to throw a smile even in the midst of inconvenience and the time to appreciate the little things that we seemed to not notice on busy days.
As I bring along my emotional baggage through my journey,
the winding roads, the sunflowers and the comforting arrays of trees
had stripped all those away from me.
Unloading all the todo list running in my head, the social pressure, and toxicity, I had none of them when I was there. A total isolation from my normal life.
Traveling opens up the portal of newer perspective and coming home, I was reborn with new principles.