There was a time I overthought everything—plans, people, next steps, what ifs. My brain was basically a never-ending Excel sheet of imaginary disasters. But something changed when I started travelling more.
Suddenly, life wasn’t just about goals and productivity and figuring everything out. It became about sunrises I didn’t plan to see, cafés I stumbled into, and conversations with strangers that made my day.
Somewhere between missing buses and watching the sky change colour over quiet mountains, I realised: most of the things I worry about either don’t happen or don’t matter a week later. But the memories I make when I let go? They stay.
So now, when things get too much, I pack a bag. Doesn’t have to be fancy or far. Even a quick weekend escape does the trick. I wander—through hill roads, beach towns, bustling bazaars—and I let the world remind me that life is so much bigger than the spiral in my head.
Because when you’re chasing sunsets, or laughing over roadside Maggi, or navigating a new place with no GPS signal—your brain doesn’t have space to stress about inboxes or insecurities.
You just… exist. Fully. Freely. Happily.
So yeah, this is my little love note to wandering. To leaving behind the noise and soaking in the now.
Wander more. Worry less. The rest will figure itself out.
