If you are looking for perfect experiences, don’t travel – stay where you are.
Curl up on your favourite chair/couch, make a tea, watch a nice movie or cuddle with your pet but don’t travel. Independently of your budget, which can increase your level of patience considerably, traveling will always take you by surprise. You’ll always be at risk of something, the level of comfort will shift way more than you’d like and your happiness will manifest itself quite colourfully. That’s about it. Flattening your curves on thin mattresses is the biggest risk and real challenge of the day. Watching a movie on your 15″ laptop, eating takeaway pizza on a fluffy bed and possibly in good company, will make you as happy as the next important tourist sight. Which is crazy happy. Never gets old.
So, if you are content at home, don’t get weird ideas. Don’t pack your bag and go into the world. Don’t be that crazy person. Don’t make your parents’ heart beat faster or your friends feel dispensable. Don’t drop all your healthy eating, exercising and cultural habits. Enjoy your wardrobe, clean home, safe neighbourhood, quality time with the loved ones. Be part of the community, do good things, be a good mate. Make your business thrive or your boss proud. Stay normal because that is actually great. It’s much greater than constant travel. It requires a high level of mental sanity, constant sacrifice of your personal needs and desires, honesty towards the others and oneself and an even higher level of diplomacy and tolerance.
Waking up early each day, getting ready for work rain or shine, performing for 8 hours, coming home and performing for another 6 or so, is hardcore. Party on the weekends, go on road trips, walks, lunches and to have the actual energy and mental promptness to do it all with joy is hardcore. Being surrounded by people living the same lifestyle is hardcore.
Routine is the hardest thing I ever had to do. And I wasn’t very good at it. I actually sucked at all of the above. I was constantly complaining, whining, lamenting, criticising and protesting whether it was a silent thing or a theatrical display that could have been avoided for everyone’s sake. I’ll admit I wasn’t a river of sorrow all the time but my mood often resembled the Medusa on a bad hair day or Don Quijote in the midst of his epic battles.
I still complain these days but it has become a luxury habit as I hardly ever have time for it and whatever the reason might be, it will probably be out of the picture with the next flight, room, town or person that I meet. I actually realised this morning (hence this fluffy post) that I am not capable of feeding any sort of negativity, anymore. I have life imposing on me rudely, pulling my hands, rotating me in the air and making me laugh a bit hysterically like this crazy Ukrainian dude that I danced with in my twenties.
There is nothing noble in traveling full time. Life spoils your selfish needs and you have the whole world at your service. You feed your brain with live history and culture, you pass each exam with very little effort because the answers come from left and right and you fuel your body with the best and most exotic foods and beverages. From Everest to the Dead Sea, you roam the world more than most kings and queens did and truth be told, you do feel quite mighty.
But if you want to be a hero, stay. My friends with family, kids, bills, mortgages, loans, kickass jobs and passions and everyday problems; they are the hardcore heroes. I am just a lucky fool with a ticket to the biggest playground ever built.
Humble in my bubble, I figure that we should all focus on living a life that we are good at, heroes or fools, there’s room for everyone.
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