I understand where they’re coming from. I really do. And considering I literally ran away from home at 16, I’m not surprised they’re telling me this either.
But it sure does drive me nuts sometimes. So nuts that I could indiscriminately fling my own…I won’t get into it but you get the point.
Admittedly, I may be running away from a couple of things, but I’m also running towards a few things as well.
I’m Running Away From The Lies Society Tells Us
From an early age we are told that there is only one road to success and a meaningful life. We are led like donkeys by iCraps on a string, believing that tomorrow, next week, or next year, if we work hard enough, we can finally get the greatest iCrap of them all, the iShitmypantsnowbecausei’mtooldtoholditinanymore and then, we’ll finally be happy.
In other words, this college-work-retirement path isn’t for everyone and not everyone needs to get on it. There are plenty of different ways to live a meaningful and successful life and that’s what I intend to do.
I’m Running Towards My Own Destiny
If you ask me, it’s easy to become mesmerized by iCraps and get on board. But it’s much harder to deviate from the norm and travel a train without tracks. It requires cultivating self-discipline, positive thinking, and courage in the face of countless critics.
While at times I loose my focus, I always return to my goal. That being, to write a travel blog and memoir that is travel sustaining and has a meaningful impact on the lives of aspiring backpackers and would be runaways. This is my passion and this is what I continue to run towards.
I’m Running Towards Experience, Truth & Happiness
Travel is like life on a binge of Redbull and crack cocaine. Fortunately the hangover usually only consists of cursing in tongues or insatiable cravings for foreign foods.
The point is, travel forces you to live life to the fullest. You have no choice but interact with people and cultures, and in doing so you learn about yourself. This is my aim and the reason why I keep hitting the road.
Yes, part of me is running away. I am running from the “Iron Cage,” the iCrap on a string, and from the one way train of college, work and retirement.
But I’m also running towards. I’m forging a new path through unchartered waters. And I’m doing all this while occasionally taking a break on the beach with a beer in hand.
It’s not people telling me that I’m running away that really bothers me. Instead, it’s the lack of support for what I’m running towards that’s agravating.
If you’re trying to tell me I can’t make it.
I say Obama!!!! Yes I can!