Reflecting travel

I've gone to my uncle's farm this weekend due to my cousin's wedding lunch, but I wasn't much into it.
All along the travel, I was into reflections. Reflections about myself.
Despite I can think some stuff, the real thing is here. Inside.
It's always going to be there.
I must let it be.
I have to think about myself, to make things worthy, to live.
It doesn't mean they're, as a whole thing, excluding things from my concepts, but I couldn't separate them before. This and that were only one thing for me. I thought it wasn't possible to have one without the other.
I hope this summer be a bit different.
(I've just noticed that whenever I'm not completely straight on the point, I still write in a hard coded way...)