I came back with no intention to blog about my trip instantly but this pressing feeling I had was too much to bear, and of course, due to the fact that I'm suffering from major jet lag made me spontaneously pour my thoughts out. I can't remember the last time I wrote this smoothly, without thinking about what I wanted to write. So many things are filling up my head - doubts, future, thoughts, feelings, fear and it all came crashing out of nowhere - at 5am for days now. I'm not sure if where I am now, is where I really am supposed to be but I'm hoping for the best, and for others to be honest to me too as I pour out my honesty on this piece of personal space on the World Wide Web.

Post-holiday depression usually sucks the life out of you, and this time in my case, it's biting real hard. I know the concept of traveling, I've been doing it since I was born - You pack, you leave, you go around forgetting about your own reality, and then you come back to it and live through it. I always thought it would be the usual thing for me, and I have to just suck it in and it'll be over soon. This time however, pre-getaway thoughts already haunted me. My intention was to leave this sickening reality, in which I'm starting to find the world filled with pretentiousness, and I did. I found solace in the things I saw while I went around. The beauty of the place, and people and being in a place where no one knows what I actually do got the best of me.
If I ever needed a soul-searching journey, I'd do it all over again but I'd take my time and savor every bit of it this time around. Good things are meant to be enjoyed with time, and it was unfortunate that time wasn't a luxury I had, so I squeezed out every second I had through the lens of my camera, this time not to just capture the moment but also as a gift to myself, to remind me of the times I had to myself, basking in the glory of the world, nature and the Almighty's creation.
I never appreciated things so much, til then. Probably because most of my previous journeys were filled with man-made structures alone. This time around, seeing what men made to highlight the majestic feature of God's own little touch of art transported me to a different level. I felt so welcomed.
If I had one dying wish, I'd like to go around to see these places again and more. What I expected before this trip was heightened, and it hit me like a big yellow school bus. My motivation has changed, I hope for the better. My direction had been diverted, as of now, to appreciate different things than I did before. And ultimately, I'll never look at photos and videos the same ever again. Of course, I'd thank my parents for giving me the chance to see the world like this, but I'm not sure if I could simply talk to anyone and have them understand what I felt. I honestly shed a tear, and left it at the places that touched me the most.

Coming back, and seeing how different my life is made me wonder so much. Has something changed? And if it did, what did I miss? Before I left, I had been very honest with my thoughts, and I know some weren't happy with it. But I guess that's part and parcel of life, and growing up had something to do with it. You grow, you move on. But it made me think if that's the case, then what kind of people did I surround myself with? Pretending to like and be liked.
I'm not so sure if I wanna be around anymore...
Or maybe, all these were just my lack of sleep talking.
I'm just sure of one thing -
"it all began with helping each other out, but when the ship starts to sink, the devil takes the hindmost, and it was every man for himself"
Thank God I'm not a hoarder else I'll be stuck weeping and whining on my past. Major life spring cleaning to be done soon!