Plaosan Temple is where I learned that silence can be heavy. Everyone talks about the carvings, the symmetry, the way the morning light hits the stones. But nobody mentions the ache of standing in a place so old, so intricate, and realizing you’re just passing through. I wandered the grounds alone, pretending to study the reliefs, but really I was counting the minutes until I could leave. The tour groups snapped photos and moved on. I lingered, waiting for some spark of awe that never came. Maybe it’s okay if some places are just places, not answers. Sometimes, you don’t find yourself. You just find quiet. #Travel #TravelLoneliness #RealTravelMoments