15/08/2026
Oh, my South. There are so many ways to celebrate you, but one thing I truly love is chasing waterfalls, being far from the noise of the world, where everything feels a little quieter and your mind gets the space to wander.
The last time I did this was in 2019. I remember how deafening the silence could be. Somehow, when everything around you becomes quiet, your thoughts become louder. Doors seem to open in your mind, and thoughts become deeper than they usually are on an ordinary day.
This trip was supposed to be a date. But a week before today, something happened that disturbed my peace. I had two choices: accept and compromise, or say no because I knew I deserved respect and because I value my peace more than anything. To cut the long story short, it ended before it even started.
As the days passed, I found myself struggling with whether I should still travel or not. At the same time, I realized that the solo traveler in me was slowly fading. The excitement of seeing places on my own was becoming a battle between “Should I go?” and “Maybe I shouldn’t.”
Then I woke up today and thought about all the possibilities. What if I went anyway, even if I ended up being the only person who showed up?
So I went.
I arrived at the place, and everything was quiet. It felt different from the usual days I’ve had, yet strangely familiar. I remembered the moments when I used to travel alone, the places I had been, the things I discovered, and most importantly, the version of myself I found along the way.
I was scared to do it again. But today reminded me that it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to be alone. Sometimes, being alone gives you the space to hear the things you’ve been too distracted to listen to.
Maybe this trip was never really about the waterfalls.
Maybe it was about finding my way back to myself.
And perhaps, sometimes, losing the company you wanted is exactly what you need to remember that you were never meant to lose yourself just to have someone beside you.