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Think back on your most memorable road trip.

Dear diary,

When I think back on my most memorable road trip, one journey immediately comes to mind.

It was the time I rode my motorcycle solo around Taiwan.

At that point in my life, I had been working for about three years, and I felt completely worn out—mentally, emotionally, and physically. I didn’t know if I wanted to keep walking the same path. I just wanted to stop for a while, to breathe, and to find myself again.

More than anything, I missed my old friends—friends from senior high school and college. So I made a simple but brave decision: I packed my things, got on my motorcycle, and rode around Taiwan to visit them.

The trip lasted about ten days. Every night, I stayed at a friend’s place. I didn’t pay for accommodation—I lived in their homes. We talked, laughed, ate together, and shared stories from our lives. To be honest, I don’t remember exactly what I ate or where I went each day. But I clearly remember how they made me feel.

They made me feel like I belonged.

Like I mattered.

Like I was worthy of being on this planet.

That feeling alone made the whole trip unforgettable.

As I rode along the east coast, the ocean stretched endlessly beside me. The view was so beautiful that I sometimes felt I couldn’t leave. But the journey wasn’t always easy.

It was winter—the coldest season. The rain didn’t stop. My hands almost froze while riding through the mountains. There were moments when fear hit me hard. I remember thinking, What if I get stuck here? What if something happens in this mountain?

But every time fear came, I talked to myself:

Calm down. Breathe. You can get through this.

There was even a moment when I ran out of gas in the mountains. I had forgotten how few gas stations there were on that road. My motorcycle stopped, and I had no choice but to push it for several kilometers until I finally found a gas station downhill. It was dangerous, tiring, and honestly a little scary—but I survived it.

Looking back, that road trip didn’t just take me around Taiwan.

It made me braver.

Each difficulty I overcame gave me more confidence. It taught me that fear doesn’t mean I should stop—it just means I need to slow down, think clearly, and keep going. Since then, whenever I face hard situations in life, I remember that trip and tell myself:

You’ve been through worse. You’ll get through this too.

That motorcycle journey showed me something important:

A road trip isn’t just about the road.

It’s about the people you return to, the courage you build, and the version of yourself you meet along the way.

Even now, years later, that adventure still lives in me.

It reminds me that when we keep moving—step by step—everything eventually passes.

And somehow, we come out stronger.