I’ve been trying to write this post for three days now, and I’m still not sure that I’ve got it right.
July 2k18 has been THE dream month for me. I recently finished Med school, and as a kind of victory dance, my husband and I did a one-month Asia trip. Starting from Malaysia, to Thailand, and then to Cambodia; it was incredible.
For all intents and purposes, this trip was supposed to ‘fix’ me. I imagined I would come back, thirty-one days later, and the creative juices would just flow. Come August, I was definitely supposed to be a more inspired/inspiring person.
To be honest, it’s not quite working out like that.
Sure, I’m not the same person I was when I started July 2k18. But where, and how do I start telling you about how I became the (still-confused) person I am now?
Do I go in chronological order?
Or should I just pull out random strands of time, and hope you get the bigger picture?
I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure it out.
I am so full, and overflowing with all the places I’ve been to and the people I’ve met, that coherency seems in short supply.
The one thing I do know for sure, is travelling makes you see everything differently. All your theories about life and people get fragmented, until the only thing that remains is the trust that there’s always something you don’t know, always some miracle or another waiting just around the corner.
I travelled looking for answers, but now, I have more questions than ever.
And maybe, that’s exactly what I needed. Possibly, it’s what we all need. Because to genuinely ask a question, demands that we have the innate open-mindedness and tolerance to wade through all the answers. Even those that challenge everything we believe in.
There’s no growth in being stagnant, the only way to get places is to flow.
It’s how rivers become the ocean, and how words, I hope, will one day, become world peace.