NUMINOUS

Google meaning : "arousing spiritual or religious emotion, mysterious or awe-inspiring, also supernatural or appealing to the aesthetic sensibility".

This is what I'll seek.

I have always loved traveling, not just seeing new places, but venturing solo into spaces where silence reigns, where cities disappear behind me and mountains rise like ancient sentinels against endless skies. The kind of travel where you don’t know exactly where you’ll rest at night, where the next gas station might be hundreds of miles away, and where the desert’s quiet stretches feel like a vast cathedral made of sand and sky.

For me, this isn’t just movement through space, it’s a true adventure of the soul. It’s the wild poetry of not knowing, the romance of uncertainty, the sacred dance with chance. The places my soul will meet, the stories it will gather and tuck away like precious stones these are the treasures I seek, to carry home as eternal keepsakes.

I remember watching The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, where Brad Pitt’s character live a life backwards through time, but what stayed with me most was his yearning to grasp the fleeting magic of life, to find meaning in moments suspended between birth and death, youth and age, joy and sorrow.

He left behind the ordinary, wandering through a world that was both strange and breathtaking, chasing pieces of himself in every sunrise and every stranger’s smile.

And the famous phrase he wrote to his daughter :

" For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again".

I’ve always been a seeker. I feel too much, love too deeply, and dream with reckless hope. I want this journey to show me that there is still mystery in this world. That wonder hasn’t died in the noise. That sacredness can still be found in unexpected places: a child’s laughter in a mountain village, the sun rising over ancient ruins, the kindness of a stranger offering tea.

This is the quest for what cannot be photographed. For what cannot be explained.

This time, I’m not setting out for leisure.

This time, I’m leaving to find the Numinous.

Not just in temples or holy places, but in the curve of a canyon, in the hush of rainfall in a forest, in the simple beauty of a shared story around a campfire. I want to dissolve the edges of my own self and be reborn in awe.

And when I return, dusty, changed, filled with more answers than questions. I want to carry those soul-moments like gems in my chest. The moments when I felt myself disappear into the landscape, and yet more me than ever.

I want to carry back more than souvenirs. I want to bring home stories, feelings, revelations. The moments when I felt completely alive, utterly present, touched by wonder.

This trip is not about destinations. It’s about becoming. About surrendering. It’s about merging with the unseen currents of the world and returning with pieces of the divine stitched into my memory.

With only a backpack, a lend motorcycle, and a second-hand map that folds like a secret, I will ride across landscapes where language fails and wonder begins. I’ll sleep where I can. Eat what I find. Drift where the road takes me.

I don’t need polished cities. I crave the wind of high mountains, the hush of forests that breathe older than time, the deep stillness of places untouched by neon and noise. I want to lie under stars that don’t know my name and feel at home with that.

I want to sit with strangers in their villages, taste soups I can’t name, laugh across languages I don't understand. I want to cry at sunsets and not explain why. I want to disappear into places so breathtaking they break me open and piece me back together.

This isn’t a vacation. It’s a pilgrimage. The story between me and the world, between silence and sensation, between longing and home.

I will find the numinous. And it will change me forever.