Sunday, February 24, 2013

Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.

Monday, November 5, 2012

In high school I took a somewhat boring class from Ms. Mason called Adult Roles. Throughout the whole semester I honestly thought it was the most pointless class I could be taking. However, the past couple of weeks I keep remembering little tidbits that she taught us that I must of picked up between games of solitaire that are actually pretty interesting.
We had a lesson on marriage and why so many couples fight when they first get married. A lot of problems are caused by little things that they don't get along about. An example she gave was putting toilet paper rolls on the wrong way. I sat there, awestruck. People actually fight over those sorts of things?! I couldn't comprehend why that would even matter (you can probably tell that I couldn't care less what way the toilet paper roll goes on, I just pick it up and stuff it on the tube thing.) I told myself Ms. Mason had no idea what she was talking about and quickly forgot about the whole lesson.
So imagine my surprise when I started sharing a bathroom with my brother this summer and he got really angry with me just for squeezing the toothpaste out the wrong way. Again I thought why on earth would someone care?! He cared so much about it that he started hiding the toothpaste from me so it wouldn't have indents in the "wrong" places.
It annoyed me so much that he was annoyed that I started thinking back to Ms. Mason's class and I immediately felt bad for his future spouse. "It's gonna suck for them!!!" I thought as I purposefully squeezed a huge amount of toothpaste from the middle of the tube out on my toothbrush, just to annoy him.
And then I realized it's going to suck even more for my husband. Because as soon as I think his way of doing things is stupid, I'm going to immediately do it my way for th sole purpose of pissing him off because I don't think he should get annoyed at something like that.


My husband is going to have to be VERY patient.