The Journey Toward a Love Larger Than Life

Now I know. Now I know why I want to travel so badly. Why I want to quit this corporate life and travel the world. It’s the people. The kindness and everything from the people. It’s not just places that I want to tick off. It’s the meeting or seeing of strangers. For me to give what I can to the world, and to ask nothing back—only the biggest gratitude in my heart. That’s what I’m looking for. I know these can be found even now, even where I am right now. But the world is just soooo bigggg, and why should I limit myself? Ohhh I am crying right now, to feel so deep and so big. Oh life. Lifeeeee. The world of lifeeee.

I’ve always written about connection—the way a city at night feels alive, the way a small kindness can change my whole day. And yes, kindness exist here too where I currently am. But when I travel, the doors blow wide open. New languages, new gestures, new ways of being kind. It feels like the universe itself is whispering to me, “Look how big love can be.”

And when I feel that, it’s like a window opens. Suddenly I can see how huge and borderless kindness really is. No passport, no job title, no ceiling. Just love—stretching across streets, across languages, across every fleeting encounter.

Because now, love—it’s not small anymore. It’s not transactional. It’s not something that asks me to shrink or stretch just to fit someone else’s measure. I’m reaching for a love that isn’t tied to one person—it’s a state of being. It’s a love that doesn’t need a label, a definition, or a container. It just is.

Travel is one doorway into that love, because it keeps showing me how vast it can be. Every train ride, every street market, every shared smile is proof that the world holds more love than any one relationship ever could. And I don’t have to trade pieces of myself to feel it. I just to be being.

Before this, love was limited in my life. Parent love. First love. A person’s love. Love has come in so many ways in my life, but it was small. It was something that made me measure myself. To be able to feel that love, I had to expand or shrink myself to some extent. And now I don’t want that anymore.

I want love that is so big that my heart overflows. Love that is so big that it hurts my heart because I cannot fill it more and it spills. Love so big that my nightmares become my greatest happiness and joy. I want that love where nothing defines it, nothing can measure it, but I can feel it—my tears flowing from the overflowing of love.

I want that love in my life. And I know, the world has that. The world has that for me.