Sometimes, what changes you most isn’t success, effort, or knowledge — it’s distance.
Not the kind you measure in kilometers, but the kind that takes you somewhere unfamiliar.

A small diner in a town you’ve never been to.
A 100-yen bowl of soup that somehow warms you more than an expensive meal ever could.
The quiet moment of feeling out of place, yet completely alive.

Travel reminds you that comfort dulls the senses,
and that stepping into a rhythm opposite your own
can bring your heart back to life.

Maybe that’s what healing really is —
being somewhere unknown,
breathing air you don’t understand,
and feeling, for a brief moment, free from the version of yourself you already know.