“To cross the earth without crossing into ourselves is not a journey — it is forgetting.”
Today, 1% of the world owns the map.
80% survive it.
And 19% — the ones awake enough to see — are stuck between comfort and collapse.
We see it every time we move:
cities overrun, cultures performed, landscapes scarred, oceans crossed without meaning.
Travel sold as an escape hatch — not a crossing into something truer.
The sacred act of travel — to change, to evolve, to be reshaped —
has been buried under luxury, spectacle, and speed.
But movement without meaning is not the journey the soul was made for.
If you are among the ones who still grieve what travel was meant to be —
a reflection awaits:
