Mount Bromo did not come and go. The volcano remained where it had always been. Only my view of it changed.

It's funny how the same place can hold completely different emotions - depending who we share it with, and where we are in life when we return to it.

They arrive in our lives at the right moment, and help return us to ourselves a little - when we need it most.

Time in Saint-Émilion felt temporarily suspended. Or maybe it felt like that because I wanted to pause time for a little while and stop it from moving on.

Growth doesn't always come from becoming better at what we already do, but from having the curiosity and courage to become a beginner again.

Surrounded by vast wildlife, rainforest and mist along the flowing water of the Kinabatangan River, the world felt much larger than my thoughts.

From where we were sitting, it seemed like an ordinary moment in Nepal. From some else's perspective, it felt beautiful enough to capture.