Whenever I tell someone that my passion is to travel and to see the world, people always eventually ask me when I’ll ‘settle down’ and stop running from my adult responsibilities. It has come to my attention that it has been ingrained into the majority of minds that to be a true successful adult you’re supposed to find a job, work Monday to Friday, relax on the weekend and then repeat for 48 weeks of the year. You’re allocated 28 days of holiday in which you can use your hard earned savings to get away for a week or two before returning to the 9 to 5 life . I suppose in a way, its a practical life, it provides you with financial stability and the ability to someday find yourself as an owner in the property market, thus a place for you to retire in. Working every single day is societies way of ensuring that when we are no longer able to fend for ourselves that we will have a place to rest until we’re finally six feet under.
But that is not the way I wish to live.
And so thats why they say that I’m running away, that I need to eventually settle down and enter the real world. It’s strange isn’t it? How people who you have known your entire life can have entirely different views regarding what is ‘the real world’. I wish to travel, to explore, to learn and to see as much of the world as I possibly can in this short adventure we call life. Those around me wish for me to ‘settle’ into a job, to work nine to five, Monday through Friday and spend my weekends doing everything in my power to avoid the coming Monday to start my routine all over again. It is expected of me to partake in the mandatory bouts of small talk at the staff coffee machine, to carpool to and from work with acquaintances who wish to save the world and to attend the works Christmas do like it’s something I have been looking forwards too all year long.
I don’t want to wake up each morning and head to the same job that I’ve been working for the past twenty years. I don’t want to sit at my desk and stare longingly out the window, dreaming of places unexplored by my own size 6 feet. I don’t want to wake up at 40 years old to realise that I’ve traded in my dreams and desires for mere financial stability. For me that isn’t a life. For me that isn’t even living.
When your mind is constantly searching for new experiences and adventures, craving a connection with people and cultures different to your own, it’s hard to just follow the standard norm on a daily basis.
It’s not that i’m running away from my responsibilities as an adult, its that i’m chasing my heart around the world, filling it with every possible experience I possibly can in my very short existence on this earth.
The world that we live on is forever changing, rivers are born, tectonic plates move, disasters happen, but so does life. People fall in love, they cross paths for mere seconds, climb mountains and run. We explore the oceans, desserts and jungles and we both save and destroy entire ecosystems. We have made a huge impact on this planet, and why waste any further impact that we can make, by spending our lives chained to a desk, typing away for eight hours a day, five days a week when we could be exploring this world that we have at our fingertips for such a short period of time.