The Illusion of Travel
Escaping isn't the Answer.
Have you ever found yourself outside your home, out of reach of the comfort of your own identity, where people actually look at you, and never ask “Is he lost?”
Why go, adventure into the unknown, if you can’t grasp who you really are?
Let me tell you, whatever it is your are looking out there, is not.
The treasure you are looking for it has always been in your pocket, amigo.
People leave, to never return.
Go, forever lost.
Sure, the road is your best friend, I once said.
But understand this;
Transformation only occurs when you
embrace the silence within.
Out there, on the open road, with nothing but sky above and dirt below, there’s an illusion of freedom—a seductive promise, perhaps.
If you go far enough, you might outrun whatever haunts you. But every step you take is still yours, every thought trailing behind, like the dust kicked up by your boots.
We chase distance, countries, conversations, hoping it will deliver change, but only magnifies what’s been left unresolved.
Transformation only occurs when you
pause long enough to face the quiet.
The road isn’t a friend or a foe—it’s a mirror.
And until you’re willing to see yourself raw, the miles mean nothing.
So go, if you must. But remember, no destination will make you whole. The journey isn’t about arriving somewhere new; it’s about shedding what you no longer need to carry.
And when you’re ready, when the weight of old masks grows too heavy, let them fall. Stand still.
Transformation only occurs when you dare to face what you tried to leave behind.
That’s the real adventure—finding home in the one place you’ve avoided most: yourself.
Quote of the day
You are not yet free, you still search for freedom. Your search has fatigued you and made you too wakeful. You long for the open heights, your soul thirst for the stars. But your bad instincts too thirst for freedom. Your fierce dogs long for freedom; they bark for joy in their cellar when your spirit aspires to break open all prisons. To me you are still a prisoner who imagines: ah, such prisoners of the soul become clever, but also deceitful and base. Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Nietzsche.
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Just read the poem and indeed can see a resemblance! Didn't knew the author before, thanks for sharing! ✨
I cannot even begin to explain how close to "home" this hit. Feels as if I was reading about my own life.