The way it dawns on me, is that deep down, we are all imperfect, wounded beings. The injuries that we have inflicted on ourselves, and the ones that others have given us, coldly, cruelly. While your physical self keeps on drifting through existence, the wounds follow you. With their chilling shadows, they call for pain. It’s out there, under your skin.
What makes it worse? Fear, stigmas and stereotypes. They take over us, and in every possible way, try to stop us from being honest and real. They might exist deep inside of us, and pop up every now and then. Or, they will be sticking out a mile in things we do. Like a gulf severing two countries, they detach us from what we can become. From what we could have become.
I know this, because I have been there. The undeniable truth is that you will come across all these all around, and maybe find yourself on both sides of the table. They all exist as a part of us, like the indelible scars on the moon.
So, then do we put up a system to just freeze these emotions and act indifferent, ending up chasing shadows?
Or do we have the guts to admit who we are, and try to better ourselves? To admit to the fears we have, the wounds we carry, the stigmas that overshadow our judgements. To make peace. To find ourselves and be real. Be happy.
That’s what I am trying to do through my travels, finding myself and bettering myself, piece by piece.
I am not like a thousand others who quit their stable jobs to pursue the aliens, waterfalls, selfies in the middle of a Yellowstone geyser, and what not. I was a coding guy, who joined a new job as a contractor, only to lose it after a bit more than half a year. Reason? The project I was hired for, got scrapped because the state didn’t get the funding. Should have guessed it when they literally had no work for me for months, but then, that happens in my field all the time.
Till then, I had read about people being given the pink slip, for all kinds of trumped up reasons, but the fact that something like this can happen to me, was beyond my imaginations.
The funny part? I had been playing with the idea of quitting for a while by then, knowing very well that no matter how lucrative this job was, I didn’t want to be stuck with it all my life.
Long story short, I found a couple more higher-paying jobs in a short time that I didn’t join, got out of an all-consuming relationship, wrote the novel I had been itching for, sold everything I had, and started traveling in a place where I didn’t know a single soul.
So far, this has been a crazy, interesting story. Full of great experiences, heartbreaks, mishaps, resentment and, the list could go on.
Diamond points about me:
- I am born in East India, and lived in North India as well as Midwest and Northwest USA.
- I started traveling from Bolivia.
- I listen to a great deal of classical musicians and I find it hard to imagine the world without Thai food.
- Well, that’s not all.
Ok, so what about the blog?
I am still dipping my feet.
Every country I go to, I plan to stay there for a long time, volunteer and hear the stories that people have, rather than just touching the popular, 10-places-you-should-see kind of destinations. To me, what matters the most is the human experience in this world of digital amnesia. The craving for a lifestyle of travel. I am in no rush to cross the countries off my bucket list. That’s not for me.
And, from time to time, I write mini stories. I hope to be much more punctual in this regard.
And, every once in a while, I would write about the realistic expectations about travel, and how your way of travelling often changes when you don’t have a classy passport.
And, just so you know, all the pictures are taken with an Iphone6 and none of them are edited.
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