My life has changed a lot in the last year. But has it really?
It's been about a year since I left.
I've travelled back and forth, seen new places and met new people.
I even found a place to call my own.
At the end of each journey, there were no answers to be found. Only an experience gained.
Now, it's time to make a still journey. One that doesn't involve new coordinates, but inner landscapes.
Because I could travel the whole word, and still ask myself "And now? What's next?". And never truly be satisfied with where I stand on a present moment.
Am I still asleep?