I spent the last 15 hours in Belgium reflecting about the past two months. It was a different feeling to have finally achieved something that was so far fetched before. The idea of traveling has always been a daydream for me and then unexpectedly, I was able to do it. Maybe it was luck or fate. It was challenging how I got here but I’m glad it turned out this way.
I was in second grade when I saw a photo of Tibet, a moment that sparked my interest in geography and history. I was blessed to have parents who encouraged us to learn everyday, not in a forceful way of course. but in our own pace. Old encyclopedias are still in our house. Obsolete to some but it was a treasure for me ever since I was child: these were my tickets to the world.
Now a decade has passed, I have visited many places I have seen only in my encyclopedia. The feeling of contentment and happiness is overflowing.
I tried to eat my Neuhaus chocolates as slow as I could ( I’m trying to savor it), I began to think of the future again. A bad habit of mine, I must say, but what could possibly go wrong? Thinking of future goals motivates one to move forward. As this journey ends, I know that there will be new opportunities but also new challenges. Traveling on my own helped me to trust my own skills, be reliant on my judgment but most of all, it helped me accept my flaws.