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Travel helps you find your true self, your real self.... Isn’t it so cliché?

What does it actually mean to find your true self? Is it mean that I am not what I really am? Is it mean that I am unaware of my true self?

Sometimes back I was in a state of the rush to find my passion, to find the purpose of my life. I read on the internet that traveling helps you find yourself. I planned a trip to Skardu in quest of myself and ran away from the chaos of the city.

The beauty of Skardu is undeniable, there is something different about it. I cannot describe the beauty over there in words. It was so peaceful and mesmerizing. I was having the best time of my life but deep down whatever I do, where ever I go I was waiting for a moment, where I can connect my true self. I was thinking about how it will all happen? When will I feel something different something like I have read on internet?

Days were passing fast and I was getting frustrated that I am still the same. I came here along to find my true self but haven’t found it yet. Around 2 days before my departure I make myself comfortable with the thought that maybe I have found myself, this is real me or maybe travel doesn’t help.

I woke up at midnight and came out of the glamp. I was all alone there. I climbed the treehouse and felt cold wind passing through the crisp of my bones. I looked around; the view was breathtaking. It was a dark soothing night; all-around snow-covered mountains touching the glittering sky. I lay down on the mat and gazed at the sky. It was the vision to be held for forever.

Stars were blinking on the dark sky; dewy clouds were merging with one another, slowly and peacefully moving. It seems like every star has a certain position; clouds were moving at a certain speed. I felt like it was destined for the clouds to move slowly to complement the whole sight. If anything would be different, the whole view would be ruptured.

Life is also the same, everything happens for a reason. Every person has a perfect position in our life. We do have bad phases but there is no need to rush, they will also pass, like dewy clouds. And if we will try to rush, we will hurt ourselves.

There was utmost peace in that realization, I have never experienced that before. I was far away from the chaos, from the noise of the people reminding me to rush. I was in peace.

Travel doesn’t help me to find another me or real me. I am the real me. Travel helped me to find more about myself, it helped me find some parts of me that were covered and caged by the havoc of the city. I want to find more about myself. Finding yourself is not a one-time thing, it's a journey. I want to travel more to find more about myself.