there’s always this weird moment after a long relationship. after months of not speaking or seeing each other, the anger eventually fades. there’s no more resentment. there’s just you, making your way through the day and occasionally thinking, “wow, i can’t believe that’s really done.”
it doesn’t feel like acceptance or closure, it just feels sad. like you wished you had said good bye and good luck and hugged them like an old friend who was moving away.
I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief.
Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it.