Sometimes you return from a journey not inspired, but exhausted. And this is not a sign that the journey was bad. It is a sign that it was profound.

Because you did not just look at the buildings. You experienced. You felt. You stopped being a tourist - and became part of the rhythm, the noise, the chance encounters.

This fatigue - as after a sincere conversation, after great love, after a sleepless night. It is good. It is alive. It is proof that you were not a spectator, but a participant in your life.