The Canyon Was Deeper Than I Expected

I stood at the edge of Black Canyon, Colorado, and felt nothing. Not awe, not wonder—just a weird kind of emptiness. Everyone around me was snapping photos, gasping at the cliffs. I tried to care. I tried to feel small in a good way, like the guidebooks promised. But all I could think about was how far I’d come, and how none of it changed the fact that I still felt like a ghost in my own story. The canyon was beautiful. I was just tired. Maybe that’s the part nobody posts: sometimes the view is stunning, and you’re still not okay. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotJustScenery