Why do you travel alone?

These years of high-pressure life have made me a little depressed.

Finally resting, I really want to travel alone.

Travel time-at this moment or at any time. Where to travel-anywhere, even the village next door. Travel companion-if it doesn't exist, it is with your soul that has nowhere to put it.

Happy family, suitable job, etc. Put these together, only to find that they are all gone. To be exact, my soul belonging to my body was squeezed out of my sight, leaving some bad and contradictory bad emotions. You can't just take it out on everyone at home, love your parents, caring lover, naughty and lovely children. I can't come into such a big world I want to see the courage to say goodbye to work.

They are like bad emotions squeezed out of breath, blood, bones, every hair or hair.

It seems to have nothing to do with anyone, and it seems to have a butterfly effect with anyone, even the air.

So, I want to travel alone. Drive in one direction, either direction, or the next village. Lying on the main driver or the co-driver with faint air, watching the raised dust, motor vehicles and non-motor vehicles whizzing past. Just use this empty and gentle gesture to drive away those bad emotions over time. Without reservation, like in the movie, the smoke from the kitchen chimney curled up on the roof of the countryside and gently drifted away with the wind.

Traveling alone is not to avoid responsibility, to be unfaithful to one's lover, or to expect an affair. It's simple. Travel alone. Put your soul, which has nowhere to put it, back on this broken body.