I am currently sitting in John F. Kennedy airport, waiting for my delayed flight to Rio de Janeiro.
When I am home in my native city of Toronto, I am always busy. If I am not working my high stress, fast paced job, I am tending to my sick animals, dating, or spending time with my friends and family. It is only right now in this moment I have had the time to sit down and write what has been on my mind for months.
Every opportunity to travel is an opportunity to bring out the side of me that I don't have time to be at home. It is a side of me that is relaxed and attentive. I finally get to enjoy life, and experience all of the stimuli of the people, sounds, and food around me. It is then that I am gifted the time to know people, and who they are; what they care about, what they're afraid of. It is when I am afforded the time to eat not just for the reason of reversing my hypoglycemia, but to indulge my taste buds, and be gluttonous.
Any chance to be taken away from the beeping IV pumps, the shrill squeal of the dental drill, and my bosses 3 favourite words "can you help?" while handing me an animal and walking away without further instruction, I'll take it.
A friend called me one night in January, randomly, and said "hey I know you like to travel, my friend just posted this flight to Rio De Janeiro, for $385 USD, so just a heads up." I booked that flight within 10 minutes of that phone call. I later found out it was an error fare, but nonetheless, I was to be going to Brazil in May. My anxiety took over, but anxiety mixed with excitement is a high that I crave regularly. I could, and have spent hours just looking for flights, trips, adventures that I plan to have throughout my life. It brings me such joy to know how big this world is, how many places I can go, the people I will meet. It's my way of day dreaming.
I always encourage people to get out there and discover the planet they live on, the humans they share nothing in common with initially. You will be astounded to find how much you can connect with these strangers across the globe. I find myself always ending a conversation with "oh, and go to Cuba, and leave the resort; go to Havana!" As random as that statement is, I wish more and more people had that mentality to just do it.
We tend to go about life thinking that nobody cares about our lives or experiences, and I am no stranger to that. But to have people indulge and desire to know about my journey is the highest form of compliment to me. I urge you to create your own memories, adventures, fetes, accidental finding, mishaps, experiences, whatever you want to call them. The world is for everyone. Whatever happens, serendipity will always take over, as long as you do it with an open heart and mind. And until then, feel free to live vicariously through my keyboard ramblings, and enjoy what my world has given me.
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