07/05/2024
✈️Denmark - Faroe Islands 📆April 2024:
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In the Faroe, I spent eight short days away from the earth. It was all so surreal to be an islander in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, but here, it all makes so much sense. Everything that happened here, once again, played out the familiar sense of severance, this land cut open my original life and the trip itself, this in my mind the end of the world, indeed achieved my dream of that desolate, that silence, that shock, and that loneliness.
In Faroe, we went to touch the god of nature from the ancient century, everything here is like a miracle; the mountains and the sea, everything here is saying: we are not part of this world. Do you know what it's like to stand in front of natural landscapes that are more than you know? It's an instinctive helplessness and an uncontrollable joy.
Do you think it is worthwhile to travel such a long way? I don't know, but at least in Faroe, in that moment, I stood on the cliff, opened my arms, embraced the wind from the Atlantic Ocean, and I crossed off the first item on my list called "the world has no end", which is also my long-lost, but unseen hometown.
Travelling should not be an antidote to boredom, it should be life itself.
There may be no real end to the world, but may you always be free.
May you be able to find your own end of the world at some point in your life.
May the days after that day, and the days to come, be a journey home.