The one thing I didn't realise would be so puzzling about open-ended travel is the endless choice. Purging myself of an itinerary mindset was freeing, sure, although it has got me a little confused at times about which way to go. I could pick a place on the map and head there just because; I could choose a cardinal direction and start the trek, or I could follow a person, a cuisine, a climate—the endless possibilities. My best experiences have come when I've known little about the place and more about what I want to create. The location doesn't always matter. Dreaming and taking action do. I've turned the corner to a road I am unsure about, but one that is immensely exciting. I won't pretend I haven't made rough plans once or twice—it's just that I've given myself the option to switch it up at any time and allow things to flow naturally, which sometimes I need to be reminded of. This mentality has left me the most at ease and also extremely pleased. I don't need to see everything, and I don't need to do everything either—just wake up and decide on that day. That’s what long trips are about: not rushing, making decisions in the spur of the moment, and giving yourself time to breathe.
I want to share some thoughts I've been having lately. The meeting of the masculine and feminine—Shiva and Shakti, Yin and Yang, whatever you want to call it. The dance between the masculine and feminine energies reminds me of flames and wind; one offers direction, the other offers grace, and without each other, they feel incomplete. It's not always an easy dance, often not the celestial waltz through the stars that we imagine. There are so many misconceptions about what a healthy, deep, and expansive relationship should look like. We have terribly inaccurate portrayals in movies about what it should feel like. It's awful if you ask me. No one did ask me, though.
My view on relationships is totally skewed—and distorted. Torcido! I try to look at things from a more abstract point of view, seeing them as energetic waves and combing through the layers of the human mind, yet I still find myself occasionally leaning into the idea that things should be like the movies: intense, dramatic, and ridiculously exaggerated. This ideology keeps me from flourishing into the whole, vibrant, and “I don’t chase, I attract” woman I am meant to be. It’s taken me years to become aware of the power that is held between a man and a woman when there is a true union between them. From what I understand about this union, there needs to be a flow of trust and safety coming from both sides to create that electric, natural pull between these energies. It’s the draw of those opposites that are longing to create and integrate together. It's that electricity I’m trying desperately to discover and harness—without attempting to control it.
We are creatures of intuition, movement, nurturing, and creativity. They are creatures of presence, direction, protection, and conscious action. I’m imagining those two forces combined… It’s just fascinating to me, even though it’s the most natural thing. Well, at least it used to be. There’s a whole list of things that have thrown us off.
Can we remember how to love without noise? Or is this mess too far gone? Between porn culture, filtered selfies, and the endless scrolling, burning of our neural pathways seems to have become socially acceptable. It’s as though we’ve been rewired to crave quick hits instead of substance. Social media is our substance now. Likes and attention, that fleeting high of being seen, that’s the new crack. But none of it ever truly touches us. We’re confusing desire with depth. We’re blindly chasing bodies, not souls. We’re performing for the camera, to be watched. And somewhere in this chaos, I think we’ve unlearned the art of being soft with one another. Real connection asks for stillness, for time, for truth. That doesn’t fit into a f*cking algorithm. I’m aching for something slower, something real… but I’m no longer sure how to stay long enough to find it.
I asked a few people to share their thoughts on the matter, and the responses that came back revealed a world of strength I was beginning to worry didn’t exist anymore, a world not governed by perfection or disembodied existence, but by movement, change, and becoming. Here are some of the responses to my question;
In a world obsessed with doing, pushing forward, and building, what space is left for the quiet power of being, receiving, and yielding? What might modern life look like if the masculine and feminine were not competing, but instead, consciously dancing?
"The modern world makes great efforts to divide the masculine and feminine, yet these energies always find their way back to each other. In the past, this dance happened more naturally; now, it requires awareness, once that's found, nature takes over.
If a man and woman were left to survive alone on an isolated island, their true nature would quickly emerge. This force lives within us, unshakable. With the right balance, the dance becomes mostly instinct: a powerful, motivating force that makes life deeply meaningful."
" To me, the home is in the heart or the soul, which holds the stillness, presence and space for both being and the spiritual, psychic and magical essence of others. It receives and yields, carrying the seed of harmony within every soul. I'm not fully there yet, but I glimpse it. Imagining life, especially now in the age of AI, is vital. It should feel like a dance. The next reality must be shaped by both dances; It's happened before and it can happen again, in a new form."
"In a less competitive world, traditional roles might return—but with greater awareness, avoiding the pitfalls of the past. Men and women could embrace their differences not out of obligation, but from the understanding that together, we are stronger. We are meant to complete, not compete. Many men feel lost and purposeless, and women don’t want to dance with men who feel that way. The media worsens this, feeding us one-sided, toxic narratives. If we want to consciously dance together, we must respect our differences, before the music stops."
These answers moved me. They were a strong reminder to stay soft but steady and to keep trusting intuition—even when the path ahead is unclear. Lasting, honest relationships matter deeply to me, and not just the romantic kind. I’ve come to see that when I stay aligned with what feels true, everything happens as it should. Surrendering is hard but the lessons that come afterwards are worth riding the wave for. I'm learning that clarity often comes not from control, but from the quiet space between choices where patience, and presence meet.
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