Being Alone

Someone recently told me travelling along grants you that certain form of carefreeness, that freedom in which you have no obligations to be accountable to someone and that it's true that sometimes you get lonely but it's also a time that you rediscover yourself. I finally got to experience it myself, travelling alone, not exactly alone per se because I had so many amazing people around me, but at least staying alone, accommodating to my own time and belongings, creating an entire itinerary for myself. It's a mixed of many feelings, a fresh sense of unexpected unrestricted privilege to feel anything you want in a foreign area, a uncanny sense of uneasiness being alone, an anxious feeling that you wish you could share this experience with someone you really care about.

Sometimes when we're so caught up with the obligations of society, we tend to forget to count our blessings, the people whom we meet that influenced positivity towards us, that divine intervention that we seemingly loose track of because we are so afraid of what people tend to sway towards. I hold my values true, with that I can see how it pans out when it comes to meeting people whom I just met, known for a while or have known for a long time. I am extremely blessed no matter how trying the world tries to get at me and I hope I don't lose this side of me again.