Something that really sets my soul on fire is visiting a new place where I know no one and nothing.
Being lost is probably the best feeling there is for it somehow gives me the opportunity to find a new me hiding deep underneath all the pretty layers.
What usually scares others simply ignites me,
I know I’m crazy for sure,
But to what extent?
My mom told me just a few days ago:
“Your naive innocence really has to come to an end”
I do understand that she fears I will get hurt AGAIN.
But what they fail to see is that if I don’t take these risks and feel the joy I’m always filled with,or even a lot of times endure many kinds of pains, I could simply stop exciting.
For what is a life without this flair?
As I was having an amazing lunch with a friend thats very dear to my heart, I somehow admitted that this, the proper me, is not really who I am.
Maybe that is why I like to get lost, so I can redefine myself.
Maybe that is what all of us look for when we travel.
We want the missing pieces to fall into place, or in my case some to fall out for my true self to be unravelled.
Being in a completely unknown place makes you somehow new, a chance to be reborn.
We look for a romance, new friendships, great memories and tales to share with others when we come home, and if we are lucky enough, we do have these experiences that only we know and never disclose.
These amazing smiles that illuminate our faces even many many years later…