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.
“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 Kerouac, On the Road