Many people go travelling to find themselves, but it never quite works like that.
Travelling was never about what I found. In Japan I lost my arrogance, seeing me through other eyes.
In China I lost my delusional views, seeing the reality of life around me.
In Thailand I lost my repression, meditating with loving strangers
In Cambodia I lost my indifference, limbless mine victims mocked while busking,
In the end I lost my wealth, illusion of safety
Home, I lost my will to conform
Like clearing a messy room, and finding a different carpet than you expected.
Only when the trash had gone could I be seen.