We hardly ever talk about that moment when we melt in that assigned chair, fasten our seatbelt and look at that animated mini-airplane that’s headed towards our home destination.

This kind of mind-fuckery is not only annoying, over time you start to question every cell of your existence. You lose trust in yourself, in your ability and your overall intelligence. To put it mildly, that’s a disservice to yourself.

Travelling is a unique experience for everyone, and we all have our own mind-expanding, ever so wonderful takeaways from it.

My breaks would often entail a walk in nature, going to the gym or doing a yoga class, meeting up with friends or family or cooking myself a nice meal. And that worked just fine until it didn’t.

I remember watching the scene from the movie “Into The Wild” where Chris McCandless would come to that infamous realization that “Happiness is only real when shared”.