That ache when you hear a train at night. That flicker of jealousy when someone posts a sunrise from a mountaintop. That child in you who still believes the world is a treasure map.
But instead of moving, you wait.
You tell yourself: “Maybe later.” “Maybe next year.” “Maybe when I have more money… more courage… more permission.”
Let me tell you something with love:
Life doesn’t begin later. It begins where you are.
We imagine travel needs wealth. But the richest journeys often cost the least — A local train ride. A room with peeling walls but stories in its silence. A thali shared with strangers.
This isn’t about Instagram. It isn’t about ticking boxes on a map.
It’s about becoming available to life — Fully. Gently. Without filter.
When you travel with awareness, you begin to see how much you’ve been asleep. You return not with souvenirs — but with soul fragments you lost along the way.
And one day, you’ll realize: The greatest journey was never outward. It was returning to yourself.
May you walk not to escape, but to encounter. May you go not far, but deep. May the road bring you home — to the ground beneath your feet, and the fire within your chest.
Begin. Not tomorrow. Not someday. Begin where you are.