Going doesn't necessarily mean going somewhere.

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Going doesn't necessarily mean going somewhere.

I walked slowly. Not because I was tired, but because there was no need to hurry anymore. My dress caught the wind, my feet stepped into the sand - and everything inside kept up with my body.

When I looked at the sea, it seemed to me that it had already understood everything for me. And now I don’t need to explain anything – even to myself.

Sometimes the path is just an opportunity to walk without a goal, but with feeling.

And be close to yourself.