There comes a time in our lives when we convince ourselves that relationships are overrated. It’s a lie, mostly. A lie that brings with it self-imposed solitude. A lie that erects impenetrable walls and severs all human outlets of communication. Then, in an unassuming moment, the lie reveals itself. Thoughts start to become incoherent. We are left confused and questioning, prisoners of our own beliefs.
“…We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
–– Shakespeare. The Tempest.
Welcome to my blog, The Shooting Star. I’ve been called a storyteller, writer, photographer, digital nomad, instagrammer, social entrepreneur, solo traveller, vegan and environmentalist. But in my heart, I’m just a girl who travels!