Is the journey really more important than the destination?

I question myself on many occasions, am I enjoying this? My food, my clothes, my work, even while watching a random new series on Netflix! But many times I am told that we don’t always do things to enjoy them. Sometimes the experience is all that matters. The journey is important. But what if that journey leads you nowhere? What if that journey is never ending? Do we keep travelling? Till when? And when do we stop? How do we know we have reached where we wanted to be? And with all that speed, where are we headed actually?

I never liked a monotonous lifestyle. 9-5 jobs, same house, same food, same people and same routines bore me! I always try to travel more to enrich my experiences, add to my knowledge, and learn new things, languages, try out new cuisines! But at the end it all gets me back to where I started to from, and then I question, what next? What now? Where am I headed?

I sit in this room with closed doors and windows, no one to hear me, and I question myself every night, where am I going? Do I blog? Do I style different clothes and become a social media fashion influencer? Do I join those singing classes and start my YouTube channel? Do I work harder on my edits, learn new software and try to push my business? Do I go abroad to study more and become a scriptwriter? Do I travel, practice photography and become a travel blogger? Do I take baking classes and start small café bakery? At the end, I think about my journey, about every different route, about my tiny attention span with every career choice. I take the road mostly travelled, the road to experiences, the journey to unknown, uncertain and hopefully unforgettable, and the journey to an unpredictable life!

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