for the longest time, i felt the need to always be moving. i felt that if i wasn’t, i would be trapped in complacency. lost in the monotony of life and forgotten by the world. this need defined the pattern of my life and if im being honest, it still does. but lately, i’ve found myself falling in love with communities around me. searching for meaning within the tribe and the experiences shared together. now i dont know if this means i’m gonna settle down from this wild nomadic path im on, but im learning to follow what feels right.