It’s not always perfect you know…
Regardless of what you see on social media.
It’s hard work.
Traveling, as enchanting as it is… also needs balance. It cannot always be perfect. No matter how controlling you are of your life.
This might not be the article for you if you are trying to get inspired to get up and leave.
If that is your intention then stop reading, because you might not agree to what I’m about to say.
Let’s for a moment, for the sake of ‘voyage, voyage’ take a step back.
Getting into it cannot be taken lightly most especially if you are trying to to do it full-time. Here are things that nobody talks about. It’s not just about broadcasting your happiness and positivity and how life is always perfect when we travel. Because, sometimes, for some people like myself, travel is their reality and in reality, we stumble, we slip and we fall. And that’s ok.
Too much of something is always painful. Even if that thing liberates you. But for someone who needs to be in control of most things if not everything, when you travel full time, you don’t control everything.
It is a blessing, but can also be a curse in some aspects. We fall in love with the person we are in every different country and that person keeps changing, the moment we take off and land somewhere new. At times, we can miss that person we once where. The feelings we felt. We miss the conversation we had with the people in our lives at that moment in time.
And then, out of nowhere, we leave.
And a part of you stays there along with the moments and the people and those you took with you in your mind.
It’s true, you take a little part of them everywhere you go. But sometimes, that’s not enough. The people you meet, some of them you never think about again. Some you do. Some are just always on your mind no matter what you do.
I’m not denying it though.
Traveling can create wonderful friendships depending on how open you are to strangers, but can also drift the closest friends apart and if you look closely and travel alone like I do, you realize those who would stick by you and call you before every take off and landing and those who will eventually drift apart without maybe anyone’s fault.
Sometimes, there is nothing you can do to fix it and sometimes mental connection is stronger than physical attraction. The more you understand love in friendships and your role in it, the harder you believe in the conventional romance and start to feel confident traveling alone.
That is called independence flirting with intelligence. Traveling alone can create that and this is a good thing.
But, it can also easily be confused between escapism and running away. Whether it’s a bad break up, or a job, or even something you just want to leave behind, because traveling then, will cause more harm than good. We all have to face our demons at some point. That’s why we always need to make sure that whatever it is we are sacrificing to travel is worth liberating ourselves for the right reasons.
Traveling to me all these years has left me aware of many things. It has not become a form of escapism but a sense of defining who I am. It has become my reality a very long time ago just as much as your reality is where you are right now. I have mastered traveling alone because, It is who I am. I have learned to accept it and in reality, I have learned to love listening to the voices in my head, following my heart and hoping the people I care about the most stick by me.
That is what I will hold on to.