I realized… I didn’t travel to escape life. I traveled to finally meet myself again.

I booked that trip thinking I just wanted a break from work…

But deep down, I was running.

I was tired of pretending I was okay. Tired of the same faces asking “how are you?” when I didn’t even know the answer myself.

So I flew far. Somewhere I’ve never been. No plan, no real reason just me and a backpack.

On the third day, I found myself crying in a quiet alley in Kyoto. Not because something bad happened…

But because for the first time in a long time, I felt something. Peace. Sadness. Freedom. All at once.

I met strangers who didn’t know my name, but treated me like family. I watched sunsets alone and didn’t feel lonely.

That’s when I realized… I didn’t travel to escape life.

I traveled to finally meet myself again.

And maybe… just maybe, that’s why we all travel.