Travel can sometimes be a cure.
The flavor of travel is like releasing emotions towards distant places.
Travel has the power to break through boundaries, so we must embark on new journeys.

Remember the day we walked through the Russian birch forest?
The white curtains, seen only in picture postcards,
fluttered in the breeze by the window of a cottage.
I started writing a love letter that I wouldn’t send,
erasing it even before I could write a name.

The deep noon silence was striking,
like a distant resting place on a far-off planet.

Nothing can quite match the flavor of travel, don’t you think?
Since COVID, we’ve long lost that exquisite taste. I miss my meditative trips to Baikal, Santiago, Northern Europe, and Aomori hot springs.
Unable to release emotions or find inner peace, it feels unjust.
The essence of travel is twofold: the “inside” refers to introspection, while the “outside” points to the unknown.
It’s about learning from the world, experiencing rest, peace, and healing.

emotions, journey, healing