The independent thing it's not all fun as I thought it would be. The time when you graduate college or land on your first job, that's usually when life hits us hard with responsibilities, tough challenges, difficult decisions to make, and don't forget about the bills. It's also the time to give back to our parents who have made sacrifices for us for we won't be standing right where we are today if it weren't for them. So it is safe to say that at twenty-something, we are in the most crucial years of our lives. It's our time to make decisions that will either make our lives or break it or the turning point of our lives, as you might say. Adulting ain't easy. Also at twenty-something is when we feel the most curious and adventurous. Excited about what awaits us in the future. We start to seek our purpose and long for the happiness and love that we deserve.
That being said, I'm now torn between working hard to have a better future and living life to the fullest. Because life is short and I might not have the luxury to do the things I'm able to do today in the future, like travel and adventure. I know that the first option is important, and it should even be a priority. That is if I ever want to live a luxurious life. Obviously, option one is the most practical option, and everybody knows that. Who would not want to live a life of wealth and comfort, right? And yet my heart aches for the latter. I want adventure.
I want to see more of what is out there, I want to see the world from my own perspective and not from somebody else. I want adventure and exploration. I want to discover new things and meet new people. All my life I have believed that my life goal is to land on a decent job after college and maybe get a promotion or two, be rich, have a wonderful family and live happily ever after. But when I got a glimpse of what awaits for me outside this city I live in, I realized that there's so much that I am missing out! I always had this ridiculous thought that everything I will ever need is right here in this city that I call home. But the more places I get to visit, the more I realize that I am missing out on so much experience that this city can never fulfill.
After one backpacking experience, I got the travel bug and I've been itching to go places since. I have been dreaming of places and countries to go to ever since I can remember. My bucket list is just filled with countries and locations to explore to, and perhaps a few of the extreme activities that I want to try.
Primarily, my reason for traveling is to just make an escape. To run away from the stress that life hands me or just to take a break from routine. Traveling made it easier for me to cope up with my life's dilemmas, it was all therapeutic for me. Either traveling helped me or it just made my situation worse. Because now, I'm addicted. It's like my own personal brand of heroine, quoting Stephenie
Meyer here. You've been warned, the travel bug is real.
"We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us."
Funny how what started out as an escape - ended up being more of a necessity for me. The need to go is strong. Keen as it may be, I still don't have the guts to go alone. I keep on looking for the courage to travel solo, but to no avail. Fear and anxiety is eating up my urge to go. In fact, I keep on making up excuses not go solo. That is why I always had a travel buddy, whether it's my friends or my boyfriend. And I'm afraid that they are already getting tired of me asking them to go places every now and then. Because duh, they have their own priorities and I mean, that's okay. But honestly, I'm also growing weary of waiting for them to be awesome and go on an epic adventure. When will I ever find the courage to go by myself?
It just frustrates me that no one around me understands how it feels like to have the itch to travel. Come to think of it, it's not just an itch that needs scratching. Let me remind you that it's not only places you discover when you travel. It is discovering new experiences, new culture, and most importantly, discovering your true self. Traveling is the thrilling adventure of life. It's the fearlessness of the unknown. And you will learn things about yourself that you never knew you had. I travel because I want to see both of the world and myself, hoping it will help me become the best version of myself.
I will start with fearless. I solemnly swear that I will stop waiting for someone to do awesome things with me. I have to be strong enough to do and enjoy the things I love with my own company. I can't let fear hold me back of doing something amazing. Here's to traveling solo!