I didn’t think packing for Bali would stop me like this.Not stop physically. Mentally. I stood there for a while. Suitcase open. Clothes half folded. And suddenly everything felt unnecessary. Do I really need this?Will I wear it?Why does this feel harder than it should? Somewhere in that quiet pause,

I didn’t wake up that morning thinking I would write about a temple. Honestly, it was just another day in Bali. The sky was pale, not blue yet. Coffee tasted a little burnt. My phone battery was already at 42%. I remember thinking I should probably charge it before leaving,

I remember thinking the heat would be the main problem that day. South Bali tends to do that to you. The sun hits differently, sharper somehow, especially once you leave shaded streets behind. I wasn’t thinking about symbolism or statues or cultural depth. I was thinking about water, shade, and

I didn’t plan to write about this place right away. In fact, after leaving, I waited a few days before even talking about it. Some places stay loud in your memory. Others settle quietly, then return when you’re doing something ordinary, like making coffee or walking without thinking. That’s how