Do you know what the best thing is about travelling?
You do? Oh, we’ll knock this post on the head now then.
See you later.
No, but seriously though.
There are obviously loads of brilliant things about travelling. And I think that can change from person to person.
What’s great for one person might not be for someone else.
Maybe that’s obvious.
I’m almost a month into my trip now and the sheer range of people I’ve met so far is just so massively eye opening.
I’ve met dozens and dozens of people, male and female, straight and gay, between 18 and into their 50s, from countless different countries, on everything from 2 week holidays to epic 18 month round the world trips.
And they’ve all got their own reason for travelling. And they’ve all got their own version of themselves back in their homeland.
They’ve all got different jobs. Different circumstances. Different ambitions. Different pasts.
Some of them you’re happy to never see again, some you instantly click with and you’re gutted you’re travelling in different directions, and some you are glad you had a night with but know that’s probably enough.
And when I talk to these people, everything they tell me about themselves feeds into my mind.
It’s like my brain is a sponge and I’m absorbing it all.
Then it’s like there’s this filter, and all the information is pouring in, in vast quantities, and my mind rifles through it and decides what’s interesting, what’s useful, what can help me, what’s a great story, what’s amazing, what’s funny, and so on.
The rest gets discarded. But it all gets considered.
At the moment, I’m being exposed to so much information from so many people on a near enough daily basis.
And I can’t help but be amazed.
It makes you realise what is going on in the world. Who’s doing what. All these people doing incredible things.
‘Incredible’ in the subjective sense.
And it makes you consider your own life and why you live it the way you do.
Hearing all these people’s stories, it makes me realise the pointlessness of my pre travel existence.
The utter banality of it. And then I did something daft and had a quick look on Facebook.
Same thing. Pointlessness. That was all I saw. Pictures of food. People moaning about the weather and traffic.
When you’re not in that world anymore, as I’m not at the moment, and you’re able to look at it from a distance, it really makes you think.
I’m not having a go at those people’s lives, if they’re having fun, carry on.
But I don’t know, right now, if I can return to that world.
So, the title of this post is about possibilities. And it’s impossible not to consider the possibilities the future could hold.
Not when you’re being bombarded with all this exposure to what the rest of the world is up to.
You end up saying to yourself:
Wow, maybe I could do that.
And this could be about something specific or something general.
It’s like, oh my god, people are actually doing this thing! Then something that, in your head, had seemed a bit of a fairy tale suddenly becomes a lot more plausible.
You develop much more of a ‘fuck it’ attitude.
So far, I’m having such a good time. I’m so content right now, that I don’t even feel the need to shout about here or on any social network. I’m happy to just let it be without uploading my life onto a machine.
“If I hadn’t seen such riches, I could live with being poor” – Lyric from the song Sit Down by James. It couldn’t be more apt.
Anyway, here’s to possibilities.