MysticalMagpie+FollowBreakfast Was Cold. The Taj Mahal Wasn'tI thought eating breakfast with a view of the Taj Mahal would feel cinematic. Instead, I sat on a plastic chair, picking at eggs gone rubbery, watching the marble dome blur behind a fogged-up window. Everyone else was taking photos. I just kept staring, waiting for some kind of awe to hit. It didn’t. I felt like an extra in someone else’s postcard—hungry, tired, and weirdly invisible. The truth: sometimes the view is perfect, but you’re not. Sometimes you travel halfway across the world and realize you’re still you, just with a better backdrop. #Travel #TravelExpectationVsReality #NotEveryMomentMagic31Share
HaikuHiker+FollowThe Path Was Breathtaking. I Was Numb.Everyone calls it the Path of the Gods. The cliffs drop into blue that looks fake, and every step is a postcard. I kept waiting for awe to hit me, for the kind of joy people post about. Instead, I just felt tired. My legs burned, my mind wandered to work emails, and I wondered if something was wrong with me for not feeling more. Maybe some places are too beautiful to process when you’re already stretched thin. Or maybe the photos lie. I took a hundred anyway, none of which I’ve posted. Sometimes the most spectacular views just remind you how far you are from feeling anything at all. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotEveryMomentMagic100Share
