“I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.” –Dawna Markova
The fondest memories are often those that are short-lived and free of negativity. When traveling from hostel to hostel, it’s ridiculously easy to make new friends, because everyone else is in the same boat – alone and wanting to that to change. Anyone who wants to make friends at a hostel typically hangs around the common areas or the bar area, and they tend to gaze around watching for any sort of connection that comes their way. It’s pretty easy to simply walk through the common areas, catch sight with a loner or small pack of people, and share a smile – it’s as simple as that to make a friend. If that doesn’t work for you, simply plop down in a seat next to a bunch of others, and let the conversation sweep you away.
Travel is defined as: To go from one place to another; take a trip; journey.
However, true travel is a life-altering journey that has nothing to do with staying a night at the newest hotel or lounging out at the hottest beach. When travel is done right, it can change you like nothing else in the world can. I’m often quoted saying, “Travel is about cutting all ties and ditching all preconceived judgements, and getting truly lost – because only then can you find yourself.”
Everyone has a different response to this question. But there are also quite a few that collate with similar answers, like having enough money, quitting the job and focus on hobbies, living somewhere exotic, focusing on family only, and traveling the world. There’s nothing wrong with any of those answers, but there are also a fair few that might say that the objective of saving people or animals over their own wants is inevitably their ultimate happiness. While that’s brilliant, inspiring and quite challenging, it’s not the honest answer of the majority of the world. Truth is, the world is selfish. The whole point of this post is to make you think... not to feel bad. Because if you think about the actual true answer to your ultimate happiness, you may surprise yourself by realizing how selfish you are as well. However, the catalyst is when the good in you begins to override the temptations of selfishness within you.
It happens to the best of writers. That feeling strikes most when either nothing comes fourth from beyond your cerebral cortex, due to lack of inspiration, or when there’s so much shit swirling you that your mind locks itself shut, then throws away the key. A good friend of mine has recently expressed quite the lockup of her own, because of the latter mentioned. She’s a traveler who writes a blog about her antics and one thing after another has happened to her while traveling recently. Daily she finds herself dealing with the usual terrifying questions like “Where am I to stay tonight?” and “What am I to do?” Those sorts of questions boggle the mind, creating worrisome and stressful issues that can easily block the mind from its free-flowing art of expression.
Whether you’re traveling, touring exotic places or at home, living a normal routine, it’s so important to escape for a few moments each day. Day by day, most people on this earth live their lives blindly, moving from one thing to the next, without stopping to appreciate the world around them. It’s easy to get caught up when life is constantly throwing things at you, where it feels as though there’s no time in the day to take care of everything. Therefore people lose sight of the importance of the little things. When you were a child, you were captivated by the glow of fireflies at the dusk of summer and the feeling of the ocean’s breeze upon your skin and the way lights seemed to streak between your lashes when you slowly closed damp eyes. I could say that I am only referring to what I see as it’s all I know – that this only happens here in America, where people wake up, work, come home, then doze off to wake and repeat again. But I’ve traveled enough to know that this happens in places all around the world, but as I sit and take the time to watch the world around me here in the States, I see countless lost people living their lives blindly and without soul.
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