Every journey begins with an initiation. An act of shedding the known, the comfort of routine, in pursuit of something larger, often hazy in our grasp.
In those small towns, the rites are simple yet profound. A walk barefoot through the dewy grass at dawn, marking a final farewell to childhood's lullabies.
The community gathers, silent witnesses to personal evolution. A jump into the river, its icy current startling, awakening the senses to the reality of the world.
Fires are lit at night, stories of old told by the elders. Each tale a fragment of wisdom, piecing together the tapestry of existence and belonging.
And then the road appears. A dusty trail leading away from known comforts into the embrace of uncertainty. Each step a testament to unyielding courage.