Revolve

March 20, 2017

I always thought that when I got to travel by myself, I would have all the time for me. I would spend a journey of knowing my own self, having a mind-blown adventure that happen in the alternate universe that I create within my mind. I used to think that a solo trip would help me to know myself better, discover my potentials, and unleash the sadness and the emotions that had been in my head for years. I believe that getting in a solo trip means letting the universe revolves around me — I can finally be the center of the world. I can be the king of Pride Rock — I mean, the king of the world, the sun of the galaxy. But, I was wrong.

I look back on my solo trip before, I realize that it’s nothing about me. It’s never about me. It’s about everything, but not me. When you got into a solo trip, basically you will be trapped in the crowd. That’s when I realized that solo trip means knowing your surrounding, not knowing yourself. I let down my ego and for once I realize that this earth doesn’t revolve around me. I’m this tiny dust within the galaxy. People were passing through me so fast--they barely saw me.

But, I saw everyone.

I saw everyone very clearly that I came to think that I did not even exist. With me or without me, these people would still be buzzing, hassling, doing their own thing.

But, it is okay. It is just the way this world works. It is what it is.