This summer I travelled around Italy alone. A road trip organised by me, for me. No one to share my impressions with and no one to blame.
That’s what made it a journey of initiation. I planned my days according to what I fancied, to recommendations and to opportunities that came up.
I wanted to find out what pleases me. Not what I do to please others, nor did I want to come back with great photos or the right kind of memories. No, I was doing it to travel inside myself to see what resonates. Or what doesn’t resonate.
It was a real journey of initiation. I looked at what lay deep down inside me, what was there at the beginning (initium) of me. Without the masks we wear in public.
What about you? What was at the beginning for you?