Finding A Piece of Me

Not everyone who travels is just chasing sunsets or ticking off countries.

Some of us are healing.
Some of us are hiding.
Some of us are just tired of pretending we're okay.

I’ve walked through cities, mountains, and empty roads, not always because I wanted to explore, but because I needed space to breathe.

Sometimes I travel for the silence, because my life back home feels too loud.
Sometimes I go for the simplicity, because everything else feels too heavy.
And sometimes, I leave because it’s the only way I feel seen… even when I’m alone.

Yes, I love the beauty, the landscapes, the sky, the smell of rain on unfamiliar streets.
But more than the view, it’s the quiet moments that save me.

One bus ride at a time.
One border crossing at a time.
One small step away from who I was yesterday.

So, if you see someone like me, suitcase in hand, eyes tired but searching,
Please think that maybe we’re not just chasing adventure.
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Maybe we’re just trying to find a piece of ourselves we lost along the way.