“Never let a
stumble on the road be the end of the journey”
Have you ever been far, far away from home in a country that surprised, scared or shocked you? Have you been challenged in your travels? Have the circumstances been difficult to handle?
Have you ever being in a country that you have dreamt endlessly to visit, wishing you could go back home, even if this feeling lasted for only ten seconds just to realised right away of your own stupidity for wishing such thing?
When your friend picks up his/her backpack and
head towards the unknown, you are too right to admire this person. Believe me
that whichever adventures or tales your friend brings back home, this person
has struggled beautifully to accomplish a dream, to be awaken by other
realities.
There are so many ways you can choose to visit
the world but not all of them will present you with the same difficulties,
therefore you must decide what kind of person you wish to be. Do you want to be
a traveller or do you want to be a tourist? Whichever option you choose, I’m
sure it will bring magic and surprise to your life, however I dare to affirm
that there is one of those options that will change you forever where you will
never look ahead the same way as you did before when you didn’t know what you
were; a tourist or a traveller.
If you choose to be a traveller, then you choose
for your journey to be design by spontaneity, interactions with strangers,
random conversations and a desire to discover. You also choose to feel
sometimes lonely, insecure, maybe scare, doubtful and fearing the freedom that
lays ahead of you as this freedom sometimes feel too overwhelming to deal with.
There’s the world, right in front of you, you can do anything you want, go
anywhere you wish….how beautiful and scary is that?
I can only tell you about my own struggles that
have made me stronger and defined my personality. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, if you
take your backpack and head towards a destination that you have only read about
it, there will be moments that will present you with difficulties but those are the moments that will make you stronger and ultimately, fill you
up with excitement because by being far away, alone, in a strange country and
being able to go through any difficulty, that is the most wonderful powerful
feeling that you may experience and durable life lesson.
I know now that I am much stronger, much more
confident and much more spontaneous that I ever though I could be.
My daily life has
not taught me that, neither college or commuting, this is something that I have
learnt when I took my backpack and I travelled far away and got out of the
plane and panicked for five minutes trying hard to look confident because I
only had myself to help me if I got into trouble.
But myself did not disappoint.
I got to know that I had a bravery that I never knew it was there. Until then.
Here’s why; because a life of routine is a life
of comfort. It is not a life bad lived but it is a life lacking of vital stuff,
the sort of stuff that wakes up your soul and makes you dance under the rain,
swim on the Ocean at night and kiss a stranger. It is the intensity that takes you to live
it and experience it like just like that.
In between intense moments, there will be plenty
of them where you will travel alone and feel almost physical pain in your heart
for not having a companion, for not been able to share a feeling, for not
receiving a kind word on a tough day.
There will be days when there is not good
accommodation to be found, buses will break down, no one to interact with or be kind towards you, you may fall badly, injure yourself or just a have
a bad day and then, those ten seconds of stupidity will set in and you will
desperately wish you would be home.
But the sun comes up again always, brighter days arrive and the trip
continues and suddenly you find yourself in an enchanted little village where
you feel you could spend the rest of your life and none of those things will
matter any more because you have never lost the essence of the travel but
learnt that there is no journey without struggles.
Wonderlust Montse. Sabes lo mucho aue te admiro. Deberías escribir un libro
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