daily thoughts. future visions.

And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.

I’m a type of person who loves to be alone. Especially when traveling. It gives me time and specific space from this populous place. A resting point. A haven. Away from everything. It makes me feel invisible to the naked eyes. And with music, I feel the whole world shut down in front of me. As if I’m living in a different horizon. It gives me an ultimate freedom from this world. I want to explore new things and visit unfamiliar places all by myself. I want to try and experience different culture and meet different kind of people. I want to take risks, learn new languages and talk to strangers. I love being in strange places that I’ve never been before, the feeling of anxiety excites me. It makes me feel happy and alive at some point. It gives chills on my spine and it satisfies my hunger from excitement and exploration. I love the smell of mountains and deep sea in the morning. I love the way my clothes smell the day after the campfire. I love the sound of peace and quiet. Traveling alone creates a lot of opportunity for me. A room for improvement and personal growth. A day to replenish my soul. It teaches me how to become independent and confident. It gives an infinite space of possibility, where I meet myself. And little do you know, we all have this kind of person living inside of us.