The world is too vast, my soul too wild, and my dreams too big to stay in one place for too long. Some people find comfort in roots, in familiarity, in knowing exactly what tomorrow will bring. But I was never meant to live that way. My heart beats to the rhythm of movement, my soul craves the unknown, and my dreams stretch far beyond the horizon.

There’s an ache inside me that only new places can soothe. The moment I set foot in a foreign land, I feel alive. Whether it’s the pulse of a crowded city, the whisper of waves on an empty shore, or the crisp air of a mountain peak, every place speaks to a different part of me. I am not just visiting; I am becoming. With every journey, I shed an old version of myself and step into something new—something bolder, freer, and more in tune with the world around me.

I was never meant to be tamed. I was meant to chase sunsets across different time zones, to dance to music I don’t understand, to collect stories from strangers who leave lasting imprints on my heart. The road is my home, the sky my ceiling, and adventure my constant companion.

Some may call it restlessness, but I call it living. Because for a soul like mine, staying still is never an option when the whole world is waiting to be explored.