02/03/2020
Sometimes I wanna share. Sometimes I wanna write stories, captions, tell everybody about my life. But there are also moments, where I am scared. Scared about judging, scared about embarrassing myself.
Scared about questions I can't answer.
Questions like: ”What are you up to?” ”What are your next plans?” ”When are you coming back?”
The first time since I started travelling I have no idea. Just going from one day to the other. Did I lose my path? Taking myself first after my body forced me to stop working abroad. Do I feel bad because of that? Of course! Do I wanna change it right now: Also a question I can't answer. But it's also something, I don't have in my hands anyways. I am honest with you:
My european mind is working constantly on a plan how to move on. What should be the next step? How should I manage? But every single time I am coming to the same solution: Time! I need more time! After all! Time for figuring out. Because after all, travelling can also be the perfect distraction of your real life. Working in charity-clinics, where you literally give yourself for free for helping others.
Oh.... What I nice way NOT to think about your own life, your purpose and your goals... So I really need time with me! Asking myself more uncomfortable questions, which I hopefully can answer after a while. Maybe I'll find out that my goals are exactly that: travelling and giving. But it's a sacrificing journey and better be really sure about that... Breathe and reflect once again. Because there is nothing as important as self-improvement. I know that for some people that sounds very selfish and luxurious. I am totally aware of that. But it's at least one decision I made for myself already: my life , my rules!
**tanyways