I’ve often thought about leaving.
Just, leaving — not telling anyone. Informing no one and going.
To do what you ask? Good question. Why should we have to do anything in particular? Why can’t we live carefree? There is a taboo against going somewhere purely because you want to go there. A taboo to travel for travel.
The information that you’re taking time (funny way to think of it if you look at the words, taking time, like theft) to travel is met with, What do you hope to accomplish, Why did you decide to travel, and, Is there something you’re hoping to achieve?
No, I’m traveling to Southeast Asia because I want to take a year off from traditional living and explore what life offers. Southeast Asia, mostly because it’s cheap, but also because it’s a place you can get lost in. I don’t really know what I’m looking for and the best way to find something when you don’t know where it is? Get good and lost. I’m pretty sure that’s from Pirates of the Caribbean.
And sometimes, when everyone around you hustling and bustling, I just want to take a step-back and say, How can I enjoy my life? Because this traditional way isn’t working and it won’t work for me.
Some say it’s irresponsible, some say there’s no point to travel, just go get a degree first and then do what you want.
Fair opinion — but once I cop out once, I know I’ll cop out again. This traveling is me drawing a line in the sand from the start.
Being carefree is just a benefit to losing yourself in the world. Having no responsibilities isn’t the purpose — finding yourself is. And I feel many have lost that, the goal to understand oneself. With understanding comes love. We look for happiness in our career, and money, and toys, when happiness is buried within our own hearts. Many waste valuable time digging in a career when we should be gently un-layering the onion in our chests.