I had goosebumps on my arms, my heart was racing, my blonde hair was coming out of my red scarf and I didn't fit in at all.
Everything was completely out of my control... and I loved it.
I was in the Pink City.
Holding my Sony trying to fit in when my presence was louder than the chaos around me. I was on the same planet but in a completely different world.
And I fucking loved it... I felt alive.
There was no time to make a decision on which direction to go in, I was being pushed into one. I turned the corner and I was looking at a hidden world straight in the face. Monkeys jumping above me, smoke from the street food filling the path in front of me, and an energy that makes you question everything you thought you ever knew.
I didn't need to go searching for a story, it was all right in front of me.
But my biggest growth has happened when all of my senses simultaneously go "What the fuck?" Moments that my body screams inside, it gets chills... it awakens and I become shockingly aware.
Our perspective is our power. We get to choose the outcomes we want with the things we see. Do we lean into the unknown with curiosity and embrace it, or do we run from fear, afraid of what it will show us about ourselves?
The world is our teacher, forcing us to learn from our experiences, showing us both color and its darkness — not just about ourselves but places and people.
Little did I know the journey India was about to bring me on and the pain yet beauty I was about to endure over the next 3 months.
My biggest lessons were arriving day by day and the next one would take place not even 12 hours later on a sleeper train to the other side of the country.
But on the wrong cart...
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