From someone devoid of emotions to someone who felt almost everything in the book, almost. From someone living by the rules of practicality and logic to someone who bent a few (a lot) of them to try and live a little. It truly has been an experience that altered the direction I was evolving in, for the better.
I would’ve never have bought a bike on a whim and used that bike to actually cover many miles on the road, riding alone to discover who I was or riding with a group of friends to discover what bonding with small unit of close friends was.
I would’ve never traveled so much, almost 10 new places and counting, I even had to learn HOW to fully experience a place I was visiting.
I would’ve never committed to pushing myself beyond the small zone I had created for myself that was comfortable and necessarily only involved work.
I’m 30 now, so far, living exactly the life that most 30 year olds would envy, the ability to travel, complete freedom, so strings to anything that could pull me down, loving my job, and yet, something feels incomplete. I don’t know whether that is ever a situation that I could resolve. I’d always want it to feel a bit incomplete, that I think is what will keep me driving to seek new things, new experiences, new people, in the hope of finding that missing piece, and when I find it, it might mean stagnation.
2016 started off with a bang, making tangible lists of things to do largely helped, still have points to complete on it.
You know what? One day though, I’d like to see that sense of completion. One day I would like to give up and retire, mentally, from working on myself. I think.
Live in the middle of a quiet forest or in the mountains or on a beach somewhere and just be. No longer seeking, no longer evolving, no longer curious, rather just living in mental peace. To be constantly curious of new experiences all the time is exhausting, mentally, physically and emotionally.. Take my word for it
