What started as a uni project slowly turned into a internet corner with some of my most remarkable experiences and thoughts.
Like I mentioned in the very beginning on my post The Art of Getting Lost, this is the materialisation of something that had been on mind mind for a while, and it really makes me believe that escrever e coçar, tudo vem de começar (Writing and scratching – it all starts with starting. Portuguese proverb, rebranded.)
So here we are: the season finale.
Like traveling, it rarely goes according the plan, and it takes as much of adapting expectations as it takes to go with the flow.
I often had creative blocks, my mind was too exhausted to fall into the introspective loop or too deep down in the loop to actually extract something worth publishing. I usually say that I’m a quite open book, but opening the book (or the blog) actually takes more than bragging about it.
Reflecting and writing about my travel experiences feels like giving a speech where the audience is both the reader and myself. There’s a constant mic feedback… I’m hearing my own (slightly distorted) voice and not even sure if I fully agree with it. I’ve never had a problem staying true to myself but this is the kind of riddle where answering a question raises even more complex ones. I did mention though that this was never about having answers, but about making peace with having questions.
I’ve also realised that although each one of us has their own unique experiences, we are rarely alone. There’s something fascinating about people bonding through a shared experience and it’s heartwarming how SOLO traveling has made me feel less and less SOLO. Ironic right? I LIVE FOR IT.
I’m truly happy with the journey and, as you dear readers are part of it, I asked you to send me a few questions on my instagram. I answered some of them on a video. As always, zero preparations and questionable takes. Check it out below.
I have always been (or tried to be) mindful about every trip, but writing about them has brought me closer than ever to my inner self. Processing each moment, highs and lows, makes me proud of what I’ve accomplished but especially pushes me to live more. We could say that I’m in a healthy rush to feel the rush.
As I’m writing this post in a coffeeshop in my own town, I’m feeling nostalgic about the things I’ve lived and about the ones I’m yet to live. Is that even possible?
This season is over but it will be renewed. Will the main character finally defeat the dark forces? Will he remain the same? Will he change? How will it end? I can’t tell you. What I do know is that, whatever comes, will be most likely written down.
Like the notorious american philosopher (Beyoncé) once said: nothing really ends. For things to stay the same, they have to change again.
NOTE TO MY READERS:
The journey isn’t over, so let me know in the comments what would you’d like to see in Season 2.
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