A Solo Travellers Mind

I didn’t have the worst childhood, but I definitely didn’t have the best. Life threw me some curve balls that ultimately changed the way I’d veiw the world and those around me. My adolescence was messy. Emotional trauma that no one should ever experience followed me. Part of me taken forever, and moments where I didn’t see the light out of the dark. And yet, I am here today. Currently sitting 12,500 miles away from “home” happy, content, and safe. I’ve had so many moments over the last 5 months, where I’ve sat back, looked around, and pinched myself. That this, travelling Asia, travelling Australia, is my life. I still don’t believe it’s real or happening.

A younger version of myself once made a concept of reality that I never understood. She told herself that she was experiencing the bad so that another version of herself could experience the good. This was a mechanism to cope. Now I believe something different. That my younger self experienced these things to give me drive, to show me what the bad could be like and how to truly appreciate the good.

Lots of people travel the world, and lots of people are grateful about where they are. I truly think I may just be the most grateful person of them all.

Growth is scary. It’s painful, and it brings such darkness, but through this all, it brings a sense of happiness and appreciation that can not be matched.

Not everyone in this world is lucky enough to experience happiness on an existential level. I got lucky.