I am so privileged to have my travelling days.
Especially, solo travelling days.
At first, I didn’t try much activities on site during my travel, because…. well, I was broke. Money was the biggest factor.
But when the financial factor shifts to a better place, I let myself go.
Too much, sometimes.
But then I put the brakes on, and be actually selective on what I splurge on.
Nowadays, if I travel completely alone, I mostly buy food from the supermarkets, I go to galleries and museums, I opt for unique excursions, I see plays and theatres, and if it’s not a paid-for lavish hotel, I prefer capsule pods.
I don’t go to cute cafes, viral food spots, designed-for-tourists new establishments, waterparks, or shopping arenas.
And this change of perspective is mainly driven by how I realized and accepted that I don’t have someone that I could impress on a daily basis.
Yet.
I only have me. I have myself to impress.
Why would I go alone to a nightclub, even in Bali, if that’s not what I want? If I don’t feel comfortable swimming at the beach, why would I do that? If I don’t mind the past-8pm discounted sushi from AEON, why would I buy the Philadelphia sushi just because it’s currently trending?
A witness of life could be a spouse, could be a (the) parent(s), could be a child, could be a bestfriend…
Just person (people) you choose to constantly share your life with.
Ideally, they’re sharing theirs too, to you.
And I don’t have that.
I don’t have a witness of my life.
(Except God, but that goes without saying, so, we’re not talking about that now).
In this internet age, some resort to share their lives to the world.
I do that too. But I do it sporadically. I do it cryptically.
Although, to honor the potentially record of the year by Bad Bunny, DtMF, I vow to take more photos this year.
Of everything.
I don’t have a witness of my life.
It’s… bittersweet, to say the least.
Because I want it.
But I can’t just let anybody be that.
How I cope with it is by breaking myself and share the pieces to different people.
I let everybody be my witness, in a way.
Nobody knows my full story.
Thus far.
