There’s a photo on my phone I never posted—me, squinting into the wind near the summit of Mount Damavand. I remember thinking the world would feel different from up here, like maybe I’d finally understand something big. But all I felt was small. Not in a poetic, awe-struck way—just unimportant. The mountain didn’t care about my reasons for climbing, or what I’d left behind to get here. Sometimes travel is just a reminder that you’re a tiny piece of something massive, and that’s it. No revelation. Just cold air, shaky legs, and the quiet honesty of being nobody in particular. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #OutOfPlace