A Journey of Self-Discovery: The Countdown Begins as You Depart

There's no particular purpose in temporarily changing my base of operations. It feels somewhat like a journey, yet also an extension of daily life. There's no set return date, no specific destination, nothing I'm trying to accomplish. I just wake up, stand at the sink, eat breakfast, get some work-like tasks done, go shopping, cook, and then start another work-like session. That's simply how the days pass.

Perhaps I'm just observing the passage of time in an unfamiliar land. We carry burdens, without questioning why we carry them, living without knowing where we're headed. Everyone born in this era is swept up in a silent current, a flow that leads to being forgotten.

Sometimes I resist, going against the current, but without realizing it, I'm pulled back in, and only time passes by. The reality of the time I've lived becomes ambiguous, and the past in my memories fades unconsciously.

After several journeys, I felt as though I'd found something, but it never remained in my grasp. Eventually, I stopped traveling. After changing my base of operations for a while, I find myself muttering, "This city is the same after all." Though diverse, the people living here aren't all that different. There must be people like me somewhere, likely thinking similar thoughts.

Even if I change locations, I am still myself, nothing else. No matter where I search in the world, I'll never find "myself." If you seek results from a journey, it's like reaching the end of summer vacation without finishing your homework. In an unfamiliar city, I suddenly realize that "myself" isn't in some external place, but within me.