08/11/2026
Have you heard about the man who set off on a journey of self-discovery, leaving behind his wife and young son?
His journey meant his wife became a single mother, and he missed 28 years of his son's life. Over time, he also became a stranger to the people who had once depended on him.
He travelled the world and achieved a record in the process.
I wonder... was it worth it?
I'm not judging. I'm simply contemplating.
I'm a great believer that travelling opens our horizons. Experiencing different cultures, meeting people with different perspectives and stepping outside the familiar inevitably makes us question our own existence, our values, our priorities and the way we choose to live.
I feel incredibly blessed to have travelled extensively during my 20s. Those experiences taught me things I could never have learned by staying in one place.
But now, in my 30s, I've discovered a whole new world of lessons coming from family life.
And both journeys are equally valuable.
Babies and children, in particular, have a remarkable way of teaching us about ourselves. Sometimes they bring out the most beautiful parts of us. Other times, they expose the parts we'd rather not look at: our impatience, insecurities, fears, expectations and limitations.
They challenge us. They make us reconsider what we thought we knew about ourselves.
And perhaps that's another kind of journey.
Because self-discovery doesn't necessarily require a passport, a distant destination or leaving everything familiar behind.
Sometimes it happens within the four walls of our homes.
Whether we're travelling around the world or simply navigating the circumstances of our everyday lives, the important question remains:
Are we true to ourselves? Are we present in the lives we're building? Are we giving attention to the people and experiences that matter to us?
Or are we so busy searching for something more that we're overlooking what is already teaching us?
If this is something you'd like to explore, feel free to DM me.
