The truth is, I’m scared. Scared of living only a “normal” life full of mundane moments. Scared of shuffling through the motions of living, never feeling fulfilled and waking up one morning to realize I’m miserable. Scared of feeling trapped by the life I’ve built because it turns out it isn’t what I really want. So in the end, yes I suppose I am running away from all of that. But, like Matt, I’m also running towards something, seeking something.
What am I searching for? That moment of pure contentment. They’re hard to find, what with the pressure of bills, relationships, friendships, work, chores, errands, and on and on. But that moment when you’re not thinking about any of those things, when you feel 100% worry free and present. In that moment, you know true, unspoiled happiness. Will I find that feeling? I already have.
On a sunny beach on the Almafi coast, watching the sun rise standing atop Half Dome in Yosemite, climbing through the thousands of gates at the Inari shrine in Kyoto, laughing with friends over apertivo in Rome. That’s what I’m chasing, and I’m chasing it all over this globe.