The shape is still forming

I've been carrying around an idea for a while now. One of those wild ones, the kind that takes shape slowly but never really leaves.

I'm someone who struggles with making decisions—not out of fear, but because I like to plan, to prepare. As if by organizing the map, I could ready my soul for the hard moments when they come.

The other day, some friends picked me up while I was taking pictures on the roadside. I hopped into their van. We shared laughter, conversation, a mate.

Later, I got off and kept walking alone, down dirt roads, camera in hand, letting the silence speak to me.

And I felt truly alive.

Traveling, taking photos, getting lost a little—that’s what I love.

And somewhere along that walk, the idea came back to me: a long, solitary trip. A vehicle, my cameras, a tent. A journey outward, yes, but also inward.

Lately I’ve met people who encouraged me. Who made me believe maybe this isn’t such a crazy idea after all. That it could really take shape.

Sometimes I wonder: what if I didn’t do it alone?

What if that life companion appeared, and we did it together?

Would it stop being a solitary journey? Would the personal discovery fade?

I don’t know. These are vague thoughts, yes—but deep down, I’ve already been traveling alone for some time. And there are moments when I wish I had someone to share them with.

Riding in that van was beautiful.

But so was stepping off and walking dirt roads by myself.

So yes... it’s possible to do it accompanied.

The idea is moving forward. The form... is still taking shape.

Maybe this photo is the first page of that journey.