Strange Land/Disconnected.

I can’t even begin to describe the events of these past few days…
The moment I landed in Bangkok I was immediately seduced with change. The thrill of being in a new place was simply invigorating.

Each day was a unique challenge. Not knowing the possibilities of what tomorrow would bring, to venture head first into the unknown of a strange land were everyday was an adventure waiting for us. The thought of that drove me mad with possibilities.

I felt so alive…

What worried me was when I came back…

Everything felt like a dream, like it never even happened. I was desperately fighting routine and loosing. I found myself reverting back to the overbearing cavalier drone that I so very much despised. I began harboring the insolence of the many & committed crimes of ignorance to things to which I did not understand.

I wasn’t feeling very alive anymore at this point…

I met a man from my travels that once told me he’d lived in many different parts of the world through out the different stages of his life and I asked him…

“Don’t you ever miss home? Don’t you ever wanna go back?”

He told me at first he’d return once every few months, see the family & friends.. then he’d go back once a year, then maybe once every 2 or 3 years.. and eventually he realized that there was nothing left for him back there anymore…

His life was wherever whatever adventures took him to.
He was living the dream..
He was free…

Many people have told me to snap out of it. That its merely frivolous thinking & nothing more. “Frog in a well…”, I’d tell them. “Your a frog in a well.” The conceited will never understand how big the world is and how small you are and your insignificant first world problems in comparison to the plights of others.

I’m glad to have experienced the unconventional and there are times when I’ve questioned and even disobeyed in the name of deviance for if I’d allowed myself to follow the rules, I’d never have gotten anywhere.

The struggle to be an individual has never been easy… Have you ever heard of a Greek philosopher named Epictetus? He was a funny man with a certain flare for life. He’d compared people who “fit in” to the white threads of their toga… Indistinguishable.

He wanted to be the purple thread.

“That small part which is bright, and makes all the rest appear graceful and beautiful. Why then…”, he asked, “do you tell me to make myself like the many? And if I do, how shall I still be purple?”

nowhere to go but everywhere~

The plan was (and always has been.. ) to save up enough cash, probably about 10, or even 20 thousand, whether I’m disciplined enough that is, and just leave. Just straight up leave and never come back. That was the plan and still is…

The dream life would’ve been to simply travel vivaciously around the world and just “nomad” it out like the blithe vagrant that I am. It never ceased to surprise me how easy the act of leaving was, for me at least…

I mean, stop for a second and realized where you are! How can anyone ever allow themselves to be grounded in world with such rich possibilities?

I’ve been meeting a lot of new people recently and the topic of travel has never been far from conversation. I’m always amazed at the things you can learn from new people. It’s like hearing the same story told over & over again in a different way.

I’m excited about life and of all the things that we could do together. Traveling has always been that constant variable when it comes to what I want out of life & part of that is to experience everything as much as I can.

Sometimes I’d meet someone who’s found solace from the false securities of routine and wonder what happened to have made this person’s existence so sad?

Life is short, we only get to live it once. And by the end of it I’d wanna have my own crazy stories to share, my own adventures and experiences, both good and bad.

I stumbled onto an article from a travel blog a couple of weeks back that really appealed to me which I though I’d share.

He wrote:

“I am running away. Iam trying to avoid life — I’m avoiding your life. I’m running away from your idea of the “real” world. Because, really, I am running toward everything – toward the world, exotic places, new people, different cultures, and my own idea of freedom.”

I must admit, choices like these are easier said than done.Especially in a place like this were individuality is often frowned upon, if not, shunned.

To hell with it I say.

I’m sick of people telling me i should live my life a certain way just because they can’t fathom any other way of living other than that of society’s conventions.

I’m all for individuality. The ability to choose  &  decide for yourself how you wish to live… that is the true definition of freedom.

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently…”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road