The Journey Begins Here

My ultimate goal in life is to see the world. Not so I can say that I am able to and have something to brag about with my friends. But for me, travel means freedom. I haven’t travelled a lot for most of my life. But for those times that I did, I’ve always had that certain feeling of awe as I watched the trees move, the sunrise behind the mountains, the sea of clouds outside the windows of the plane and people’s eyes when you happen to make eye contact with them while you’re riding a jeep or inside the car. Yeah, that last one might sound a little creepy. But there’s just something fascinating about being in a different place and surrounded by different things and people. Even the fact that I was moving makes me feel amazed and I couldn’t even describe it.

I would commute to school and then to work everyday and one of the things that makes up for the stress of daily public transportation is that moment when I could sit at the left side most of the bus so I can see the ocean, then the trees and then the people on the side of the road. I had a lot of reflection moments as I like to call them when I’m riding the bus. I looked at people and wonder where they’re going, if they’re going to the hospital to visit someone, if they’re going to school or to work. I’d occasionally sit beside someone with a lot of bags and I can’t help but wonder where this person is going to or where they got back from. And my mind just automatically concludes that these people are living a life of freedom. The life that I so badly want to live.

For a long time I’ve been feeling stuck at where I am. College happened and that’s when I started wondering what life is really all about. It’s the phase of my life when I got a lot questions about the things that are going on around me and questions about myself and what I really want to do. Of course, I had plans in my head. Like most people, I got a degree so I could get a job that I hope I would love. And yes, I do love my job now. But even before getting the job, I thought to myself that it couldn’t be the end of it. I mean I’d have money, enough for me to be alive without depending on my parents to feed me anymore, but there’s gotta be more to life than just surviving everyday.

My dreams didn’t just end with being financially independent from my parents. It was just a means to an end. I wanted to spend my money and energy on something that I would really like to do. And something that I have really been wanting to do was travel. I want to get immersed in different culture. I want to see new things. I want to witness for myself the beauty of the world. In a way it’s kind of getting to know your home. This vast home we live in. It’s such a shame to just let it pass by without being seen and felt.

So I have decided to make it my mission to witness the beauty of this world. I want to believe that being literally away every once in a while will help me not feel so stuck anymore too. I tend to get away from time to time by just shutting down and turning off everything and just think about stuff. And most of those thoughts involve being somewhere far, swimming with the dolphins, watching the sunset while swinging in a hammock between palm trees or standing on a big rock while looking at the deep canyons. I spend a lot of my time day dreaming of that one day that has stayed just a “one day” for a long time now.

But this time, I really want so badly to not let it stay that way any longer. I want to actually pursue something. Something that I really want to do. Not just one of those many things that I tried before but didn’t work. Knowing myself, I need to have constant change in my life. I would be so focused, fixated even, on something for a period of time and then I’ll be going to the next thing. If there’s one thing that I haven’t stopped doing since I started, it would be writing. I’ve always loved writing my thoughts. It has helped me see myself grow as a person. Writing has been the witness to all the bad and good things that has ever happened in my life, at least since 6 years ago. I think it would be a perfect combination, to pursue my dreams of navigating through life both literally and figuratively, all the while doing what I really love. Writing.

I will write all about my journey, the lessons I learned and my realizations along the way. I may tend to make things sound a little dramatic so you better watch out for that, but I like being that way. I want to imagine that everything will fall into place and this journey will be a success. I just know that I want to travel and I want to write all about it. I have no excuse now as to why I shouldn’t do it. I don’t really know what will happen here in the next months or years. I am surely looking forward to all the places I’m soon gonna set foot in but I have no clear vision of what’s gonna happen next except that I just want to do this so badly. I need to do this for myself.

I’m ready to do take this journey. I’m ready to free myself from all the limitations I’ve made as excuses. I don’t know where my feet will take me but I know wherever it is, I’ll be home and free.