I’m actually excited to get back home. Not because I’m sick of traveling and moving around so much, no, but mainly because I begin a new chapter in my life as I move to California. There’s a lot of things I want to buy when I get home, but there’s 10 things that I think will not only be essential to making sure the adventures don’t stop at home, but these things will also be an investment in ensuring a sound mind in a sound body.
Roof Rack - Within 2 weeks of my arrival in the States, I’ll once again be heading out on another adventure. This one is nothing like what I’ve done before because unlike my move to NYC a few years ago, I’ve got the experience of travel under my belt that has made me not only more mature but more conscientious as well. Why a roof rack? Since I’m moving to California, I’d like to be able to go out on some random, spontaneous, free-spirited adventures to explore and see more of California. Skiing, mountain biking, surfing, and hiking immediately come to mind.
Surf Board - I’ve always wanted to surf. What was once just a dream is now more or less a reality. When I was in Mancora, Peru - the most unlikely of places to get stuck, I fell into the morning surf, coffee, and breakfast routine for a week. I got hooked and I can officially say I can now surf. I’m going to Nicaragua on the 13th of August to do more surfing. Let’s just say it’s a continuation of Mancora.
Hiking Pants - The very first hike I’ve done in my life was also the most difficult, but it won’t be the last. The poetic balance between working hard and seeing something majestic only adds mystique to hiking, and with more mountains to explore in the Pacific Northwest, it’s only fitting that I invest on a good pair of pants.
Camera Sliders - What will it take to capture the perfect shot? As my travels continue throughout South America, I continue to seek more opportunities to better myself as a filmmaker. Here’s a new addition to my repertoire of skills.
GoPro Accessories - One of my favorite companies, GoPro, along with J.Crew, and Apple, is now finally going public. While that has nothing to do with the jist of this article, it’s worth noting that GoPro, especially for travelers and sports enthusiasts, has become very influential. I love the company and I support what they stand for. In that regard, I will need more accessories to capture the perfect shot.
Tent - They say the grass is greener on the other side. While that may be true, it’s all a matter of changing your attitude. More adventures are coming along my way. The Pac-Northwest is beautiful and I want to explore more of it. Some say there’s no better place to do it.
Weatherproof Jacket - My Eddie Bauer jacket has weather almost 3 years of adventures and it’s slowly wearing down. It’s served me well but I think it’s time for a new one. Perhaps a Patagonia, a North Face, or a Jack Wolfskin would be the perfect replacement. Still though, Eddie Bauer is a great choice.
Hiking Shoes - I don’t think I’ve ever really owned a good pair of hiking shoes. Truth be told, hiking Cordillera Blanca in Huaraz, Peru was my first ever real hike through the mountains, but that was just an intro. I was ill-equipped for this hike, having only Nike Runners was not a very smart idea. That didn’t deter me and I know better now, which is why, as soon as I get home, this will be one of the things I’ll invest in with much intent.
French Press - Good coffee in the morning is one of my guilty pleasures. I purposefully skip drinking coffee on some days in order to minimize my tolerance to caffeine because I think there’s nothing better that getting a good, solid rush of caffeine that really wakes you up. It’s become my routine in South America to have a good cup every morning, and while it’s not necessarily the perfect cup, I still love it. A french press will be a the perfect addition to my morning routine.
Pull Up Bar - Since being in South America, my workouts have consisted of mainly bodyweight workouts - mainly push ups and pull ups. Push ups and pulls ups happen to be among the most efficient workouts available. Ideally, I’d like to continue this habit when I get home. A pull up bar is not only essential but it encourages you to stay active as well.
A lot has happened since Montanita. I’ve been busy, for the most part, making the movie, but at the same time, I realized I’m not exactly cut up for this kind of work just yet – the kind of work that requires you to juggle multiple hats yet still able to be an expert at something. Making the movie, traveling with 4 other people, crossing off itineraries, between shopping for food and making breakfast, lunch or dinner, I’ve been quite busy. I hate being unproductive and part of me says I’m not but since I’ve really just been focused on the movie, I find it just slightly unproductive.
Since Montanita, we went to Mancora for a super chill 1-week of just surf, sleep, and eat everyday. That was followed by Huaraz for a 4-day hike plus 2 days of acclimatization in what I would consider as the baptizing hike for more hikes and treks to come. Simply, the landscape was incredible, and that poetic balance between a strenuous hike and some amazing scenery is so perfect. Our group consisted of 8 people – me, Ingrid (Norwegian), Felicia (Sweden), Max & Bos (Dutch), Erik (German), Tony (Spaniard), and Jennifer (American). Jennifer would eventually become our new travel partner as we moved directly to Lima after Huaraz. The bus ride was very pleasant, surprisingly, as we only paid 40 soles for it or about $14 US.
Lima was exhilarating because for the first time in 3 weeks, we were back in civilization once again, but things started to twist because we also now have places to go party again. The first night was a precursor to just more drama, drunken-stupor, romantic encounters, and sunglasses-and-Advil days.
We haven’t partied and spent time like this before, not even in Montanita. And it was just a matter of time before it finally happened. I guess it really started to bother me the most when at first it was just me wanting to do one thing while someone else would clash heads with me and try to get their way. Or maybe, hunger and fatigue just really bears a lot on you as you travel. The mixture of emotions is just difficult to handle after a while.
Lima might not have been what we were looking for exactly, partly because of the hostel situation wasn’t what we expected but shit happens. Huaccachina was the next stop, and I think I hit rock bottom there, even contemplating parting from the group entirely. I’m glad I didn’t. Traveling alone could’ve been fun, but when it comes to doing more, and doing more cheaply, this group is perfect. We’re basically one big family now – there’s the 2 dutchies – fucking awesome guys. They love to party, drink, have a good time yet they have their head straight and aren’t just wasting time away. There’s the 2 scandinavian girls – they also love to party and have a good time, but they kind of remind me of my mother because they are sweet and caring, too sweet as a matter of fact. And then there’s Jen – she’s American too and joined us in Huaraz. After a 4 day trek together, you really gravitate towards each other and learn so much that after a while, it just makes sense to be together.
We’re now in Nazca and everyone but me, flew over the Nazca lines to see some mysterious, ancient drawings on the dessert of different figures. One can only really see them well from the sky and there’s no doubt I would’ve wanted to join in, but $80 is a bit too steep for me to pay right now. As we head out tonight for Cusco, I can’t help but reflect on the passed month that just passed. It’s really been a whirlwind of emotions and experiences and I’m always left either laughing or left in disbelief as I look back at the trail of things we’ve done together. I love these guys, and I’m really glad to travel with all of them. I know we sometimes drive each other crazy, but we’re family now. That happens a lot.
You never really plan stray away from a route. I’ve been in South America for three weeks now, heading south starting from Bogota and hoping to reach Patagonia before I head up to Rio. But sometimes though, too much of a good thing can masquerade as a dilemma. To make a long, intricate, story short, I met a girl. A good one. The one that might have gotten away. I’ve thought about it long and hard before, because romance is fleeting yet strikes quick. Decisions are hard to make until that final minute where it is made to count. It wasn’t until this girl came that made it really difficult to decide.
But she was special. I say that now because I’m infatuated but if I take that away, I think I’ll be saying the same thing. She was gorgeous, no doubt. Smart and funny? Yup. Interesting and adventurous? Yes. I find it hard to think of reasons to dislike her, but in the process, I’m left liking her even more. Something like her is very hard to find indeed. This girl was different. I can’t stop thinking about her even though it was just a night. The conversations and that kiss was so visceral. There was an unfounded yearning for this night - from me and from her.
The affair lasted as fast as it started - quick and successive. Just like that, the interaction was over, we’re at the bus stop, kissing goodbye one last time. One night was all it took yet, it was full of emotion. It was fanatical, the kind of vehement upswing of emotion that can only be summed up as utterly amazing. The goodbye was hard on me, but I’m left thinking that goodbyes, when an interaction so climactic abruptly ends, leads to a wild imagination of what ifs and where to. The mind runs aimlessly and deeply with such lust and spirit, but there’s little one can do really.
I’ve never been in this position before or at least not this serious yet, but when you travel for a while, it’s more likely to happen than not. Oftentimes it’s just a fling, but there will be one or two who will stick to your mind like bees in a honey jar. I hate being all sentimentally gooey but I need to let off some steam for now. It won’t be easy getting her off my mind.
One of the highlights of South American travel is the Amazon Rainforest - a thick, dense jungle full of diverse wildlife and one of the few remaining untouched natural habitats on planet earth. As sad as that is to hear, it gets even sadder to hear that oil companies are encroaching the amazon to extract more oil.
I arrived in Quito on a late, rainy Friday night, and truth be told, Quito wasn’t that exciting. It’s known to be a jump off point for other destinations like Banos, the Amazon, Cotopaxi, Cuenca, and Mindo. Not wanting to waste time, I knew I had to make a decisions and without much fuss, I decided to go to the Amazon instead of Cotopaxi.
From Quito, I had to take an overnight bus ride to Lago Agrio, which is where most bus terminals drop tourists off for the Amazon. The bus was only 7.5 hours and departed at 11 p.m. While the coach itself was really nice and comfortable, the ride wasn’t. You want to get the most out of a late night bus ride but sleeping became such a challenge because the roads to Lago Agrio involved some pot holes, and a lot of winding curves, which throw you off your seat as you try to sleep. We arrived in Lago Agrio at around 6 a.m. and barely anything at that time was open, so we had to wait for another hour for the hotel lobby to open, which was where we waited for our guides. I don’t think anyone got any sleep at all. Personally, I only had about 5 hours of sleep, but that was broken up in intervals due to police checkpoints. The guides arrived around 9 a.m. and collected everyone in our group by 9:30. From Lago Agrio, it was another 2 hour bus ride to Amazon river. Sleeping wasn’t a possibility as the roads were littered with tons of potholes. Arriving at the amazon was a bit of a relief because from there, all we had to do was ride a canoe for another 2 hours. That wasn’t too bad, but sometimes rain could be pouring or it could be really hot.
The Cuyabeno Amazon experience isn’t to be taken lightly if you’re looking for comfort and luxury. By any means, there’s none of that here. The lodges are made simply for sleeping and there’s a lot of mosquitos and bugs around. Electricity is a luxury, you have certain times in the day when you could charge your electronics. And internet? Forget about it. The food is a bit utilitarian as well. Being that this is the Amazon, food and supplies have to be delivered by boat everyday and thus, resources are really scarce. On top of all that, you’ll be rummaging through the deep jungle in sometimes, hot, humid, or rainy weather. You’ll feel uncomfortable most of the time and even more so knowing that the water is dirty and there’s not enough of it. On my last day, the water ran out when I was showering, so I decided to shower in the rain.
Amidst all the difficulties, this place is quite literally, paradise on earth. As we made our way to the jungle, it’s hard not to be amazed at the beauty of this pristine forest, and even more so at sunset and in the evening, gazing at the starry night sky. Of all the things we were told we could see - anaconda, macaws, pink dolphins, caymans, and different kinds of monkeys - we saw them all. I guess it’s a testament to the healthy, robust ecosystem in Cuyabeno but one can’t be worried enough that tourism could destroy that status.
The experience reminded me a lot of summer camp in the sense that we had a guide, activities were organized, and meals were prepared at fixed schedules. For day one, we wandered around the river and spotted different kinds of animals followed by a sunset watching at Cuyabeno lagoon. The sunsets were utterly amazing. You’d normally associate beautiful sunsets with beaches and mountain ranges but the Amazon sunset is on a league of its own. We got to spend most of the afternoon just being kids swimming in the lagoon. The water is very murky and it’s a bit scary knowing that not too far away, there are caymans. Still, our guides assured us that it was safe. Day 2 was a full day excursion into the jungle to spot some animals and the trek was a bit more challenging due to all the mud we had to cross. At night was another jungle walk to spot nocturnal animals like spiders, frogs, and monkeys. For day 3, we slowly made our way through the jungle and finally ended up at a small village where we grated some yuca (an indigenous root) and made casave - similar to the taste of arepa but made like a tortilla. That was perhaps our best lunch in the whole trip as we splurged on the casave paired with strawberry jam or a tuna salad mix. The day ended with a shaman experience where we tried Ayahuasca, a hallucinogenic drink made by indigenous tribes.
For better or for worse, the experience, as rough as it was, didn’t come without silver-linings. For a while it was nice to finally be isolated from all the noise of the metropolis - the cellphones, computers, work, and everything else associated with the daily grind. Perhaps the only thing that bothered me were certain people I was with at the trip. If you’re going to the Amazon jungle, I hope you understand that your lifestyle will be compromised to a great extent. I had one such roommate who complained and nagged constantly about the difficulties about the basic amenities in the lodges and the challenging hikes and excursions. Therein lies the plight of the western traveler - too spoiled for a more hoarse experience and fails to accept diverse experiences. It’s hard to let go when you’re used to comfort because comfort is good, comfort is ease. So while that was a bit of a sour patch in the trip, I thought it better to use the time of solace and isolation for my plans once I return home. I inspect thoroughly and even though it looks like I’m just another spoiled westerner with lots of cash to burn for partying and leisure, I’m one of few who take this time to make meaningful decisions. It helped that I got to travel, and have been meeting more and more older couples on the South American route. I guess after all the thinking, I always arrive back to square one, that is, wanting to do more than just travel and leisure but something with a bit substance. Where some people see value in life of travel, skipping from country to country to covet another passport stamp, I see value in making meaningful contributions to myself, my family, and my community. There’s a bit of ego in that mindset but it’s not without vulnerability. My drive and ambition is no greater than the man wanting to get all 200+ stamps in his passport and it’s reassuring to know that I’m still headed in the same direction, just with slightly different intentions.
I loved Cali, unexpectedly so. I didn’t expect much from it, but the hostel more than made up for the lack of activities in the city. Aside from salsa, there’s really not much to do in Cali but I lucked out with my hostel - El Viajero. It had the qualities that would make a good hostel - lots of common areas, a nice pool, it wasn’t too big, and it offered free salsa and yoga classes. As the salsa capital of Colombia, there exists a large number of salsa bars that surprisingly, had good girl to guy ratios. Partying was great, not just good, and I had a little too much of a good time to make Hunter S. Thompson feel jealous, so alas, I decided to end my trip right there and then.
To be honest though, I had more than a few incentives to stay in Cali because while I was there, I started making good friends and there were a few cute girls that I could’ve gamed and surely I did the night before and it ended up being a just a valiant effort.
I left Cali in the evening and bought the cheapest night bus out to Ipiales, a town I had always wanted to visit for it’s Mordor-like church called Las Lajas. It’s worth a look but it’s not worth staying there. For the longest time I’ve been hearing about roadblocks and strikes around Colombia and it was only later on in that bus ride, at around midnight, that I realized what exactly was going on. Farmers, and union workers are on strike against the president for reasons I’m not exactly sure. Stuck in the middle of nowhere in Colombia at midnight with armed police officers making wandering and patrolling, it wasn’t exactly the most comfortable situation. I think that was the first time I really felt worried but maybe a bit of an overreaction.
Our bus arrived in Ipiales at 10 am. It left at 9 pm. A bit sleep-deprived, not because I didn’t get enough but mainly because I slept in intervals, waking up every 4 hours. A quick trip to Las Lajas was more than enough, and it felt good to walk after sitting for hours and hours. From Ipiales, I then had to take a cab to the border to get stamped out. The driver was the nicest I’ve met. He took me to Las Lajas, and even toured me around as he told me a bit of history of the area while I nodded in acknowledgement despite my incompetent spanish knowledge. The cost was 25,000 COP which is about $12.5 and I gave him 50,000 COP, which means I should’ve received 25,000 back. But no, I got 15,000 back and while 5,000 COP only translates to about $2.5, I was still frustrated because I hate getting stiffed. It’s not about the cost, it’s about the principle. In my mind, I was very quick to forgive because he did show me around town and was very nice. But when I finally arrived in Quito, after a bus ride that extended for 3 hours due to so many stops along the way to pick up passengers, I met a slick, fast talking driver who lured me into his clever hoodwink. He wasn’t even a real taxi driver, just a guy with a car, overcharging unassuming tourists and I was victimized. After telling me my hostel wasn’t far away, he was quick to change his mind after driving a few minutes saying that it was, as a matter of fact, almost 45 minutes away. The cost we had agreed upon originally was $5 but after his revelation, it became $20 to which I bargained down to $17. I later found out that a cab ride from that terminal to my hostel should’ve only cost $5 altogether.
These are the challenges the a solo traveler faces. It’s especially challenging when you don’t speak the language very well, but it’s a wake-up call nonetheless. I’m normally very meticulous about matters involving money and I really hate getting cheated on. It could happen again, I don’t know, but in the end, I was just really glad to arrive in Quito. I’m now starting to get more accustomed to the weather here in South America because I arrived on a wet Friday night with temperatures of about 55 degrees.
So you’re traveling around the world. You’re moving at a pace of 1 city every 5 days, spending on average $50/day, eating pasta, stir fry rice, and ham and cheese sandwiches almost everyday. The sights you see are amazing, the things you do are unforgettable, and the people, as close as you become, will inevitably part ways and such is the sad reality but you carry on anyway. You experience new cultures, see the how the other half lives, learn what poor really means, and maybe even learn a new language. Most of the time, you spend your days lounging by the hostel pool, reading a book, surfing facebook, and chatting with friends from home. There’s nothing negative about these things but somewhere in the 11 months or so that you’re traveling, has it ever occurred to you what the real value of all this is? You’re no better off working that dreadful corporate job with no end in sight when you travel with no meaningful intention. And it doesn’t necessarily have to be something monumental. If you want to do this to learn a new language, or experience a new culture, then more often than not, that’s more of an eye-opening experience than just doing it to party, get fucked-up, and meet chicks. Here’s what I think.
For me, travel is a trip about self-discovery, simply stated, yet open to endless interpretation. It’s sad seeing people embark on such grand excursions without really seeing value about what they’re doing. Recently, I was in Medellin and my hostel was loaded with rowdy Australians who weren’t really traveling, they were just chasing tail and getting fucked up every night. Don’t get me wrong, these are all aspects of travel and I like to chase tail and get fucked up too, but for me, there’s a search for a bigger picture in life. At one glance, if I were to speak to a Martian and described what I did, which is traveling most of the time, all the time, they’ll think this was my profession. And that’s my point right there, what I do is work, perceived to be leisure because yes we do awesome things. But are you prepared to ride 14-hour bus ride cross country, can you eat under $10/day, are you comfortable sleeping in bunk beds that can be poorly ventilated and oftentimes with about 8 other people? People don’t see that and people don’t dwell on it either but that’s reality for travelers. Some people have, as a matter of fact, made this a profession – travel bloggers, writers, photographers, you name it. They exist and what’s perceived as leisure and fun on one side, is easily misinterpreted as passionate work on the other.
What does this all mean?
I guess what I’m trying to say is that there’s a bigger picture to life and the real meaning of travel is the search for your place in that big picture. I know that traveling 6 – 8 months each year, every year is probably not for me. I see more satisfaction in a balanced life in that I want to pursue a meaningful career - work that I’m not only passionate about but has a lasting impact. I know I will never stop traveling and I’m sure it will be part of my life. I have about 5 months in the last leg of this journey and I have every intention of finishing with so much great memories. There have been times when I’ve told myself that I’m ready to go home and carry on with the next step but I’ve committed to this journey and I’m steadfast in that commitment. I love what I do. I love meeting people, I love doing things in exotic places and learning languages but that’s me. Find your place in the world. I write, I travel, I film and ultimately, I want to make this experience count as if it were a step towards my next objective, not a transient, languid moment of nothingness. It’s much greater than that, I can assure you.
50 degrees, overcast, chilly, and rainy. That’s not how I pictured the start of my trip in Colombia. While things got of to a slow start, I’m still sticking to my route. I kind of expected this, and it’s pretty clear that I’ve matured more because I seek better experiences than just getting fucked up every night. For the most part, I blame the weather for the rather serious brooding mood, and I know that’s silly to say because there’s really no one to blame but myself. There’s more than a million reasons to smile, starting with “I’m in Colombia, traveling, and exploring a gorgeous country.” I constantly remind myself to live in the present but it’s sometimes difficult maintain such an attitude when the image of the future looks bright.
After a few days walking, wandering, exploring Bogota, I’ve had enough of Bogota. It was time to move on to Medellin. Originally, San Gil was the next destination but hearing all the stories about Ecuador, Baños especially, I was just forced to skip out on San Gil. That’s the thing about traveling, there’s really no set plans or destinations. Sure I have a few things in mind to see, do, and visit, but mostly, plans are made last minute and places are meant to either be really awesome or really boring. It’s a game of chance and numbers. From my experience having done this for 6 months already, you reach a peak and reach a trough. There will be doldrums and right now, I’m in that stage, which means sooner or later, I should making good strides, booking the right hostels, meeting the right people, and really, just doing cool shit.
The bus ride to Medellin wasn’t too bad. It cost about $25 USD but the cab that took us there, screwed us over. It was a total dick move and we bargained to bring the price down to $11 USD. That’s not much, I get it, and before you think I’m cheap or anything, spread that out over 5 months and it adds up. Plus, prices and costs are relative not absolute. An $11 cab ride in NYC would’ve been cheap but go to a country where $11 is a day’s worth of food, and then it becomes much. It’s mainly for the principle because you never want to see yourself as that traveler who’s a sucker for scams.
Medellin wasn’t too bad starting off. I just arrived and immediately met a cute girl. Things got exciting when she told me she went to UT Austin for college but it fizzled as soon as she said she was leaving that same day. Shit happens, I guess.
It rained almost incessantly and it seemed like I just couldn’t get any luck. The place was an Australian overload. No offense, but it was a meathead-packed house of protein-shake chugging, coke-sniffing, whore-hunting Australian madmen. Nothing wrong with that, but if you’re looking for something of a casual conversation, that’s probably not what you want to find at your hostel. In South America, apparently, Australians have a bad reputation but I’d rather not judge because I have Aussie friends and I’ve met lots of cool ones.
That afternoon, we went to a local soccer match. The local team - Nacional, was playing against a big rival and from what I’ve heard, this was the same team that El Padrino - Pablo Escobar once owned. Netflix has a good documentary on it but I probably shouldn’t have watch the film before going to Medellin.
Day 2 in Medellin wasn’t bad, in fact, it was great. I saw the city, ate some good food, met some locals, and overall had a culturally productive day. Still though, I don’t think Medellin is a place that has hooked me so I decided to get a night-bus to Cali the following day. Reviews about Medellin weren’t exciting to begin with and I soon found out that was quite an accurate description of the city.
Socrates once said that the “unexamined life is not worth living.” I took that to heart at an early age because the last thing I wanted to see was myself in the next 30 years still trying to make sense of it all, having no meaningful work, and a languid, listless approach to life. At the age of 24, I’ve gone through or still am in the midst of what people would call a quarter-life crisis. There’s a negative association with the term quarter-life crisis because it implies a wayward, aimless, and even blindly navigating through a major transition in life. I’ve seen firsthand the kinds of people navigating this rough transition and sure, there are people who are merely getting by trying to make sense of the their life, but there’s also others who intend to slow things down, to introspect, and avoid heading towards a path where, eventually, you will reach the point-of-no-return and look back with a lot of “what-if” questions.
I think the quarter-life crisis emerged as a confluence of a variety of factors. We, the younger generation, have been schooled, sheltered, and educated from the point-of-view of other people for the majority of our lives. Chances are, if you just graduated from college, the past 19 years of your life has been spent in school, starting in kindergarten until college graduation. 19 years is a long time. All of a sudden, abruptly, the single thing that gave us guidance, order, and harmony is gone and we’re left to fend for ourselves. There’s nothing wrong with that, as I’m sure a lot of people would agree, and even more people have transitioned smoothly from the college exodus but I think no matter what, you will always be faced by questions of introspection, evaluation and, drive. More than ever, we’re driven to make decisions that has impact and value.
I admire the person who, from a very young age, has dreamt of being a fighter pilot or an astronaut and has made the daunting decision, that at an early point in life, he/she will be devoted to that ambition. There are people who are like that, but unfortunately, most people aren’t and thus, have to face these pression questions at a much later time. Chris Hadfield, is a true inspiration not only because he’s a real astronaut, having gone to space 3 times, but because I’m fascinated by his ethic, his intelligence, and triumph in life. As someone who is very interested in science, nature and the cosmos, I really admire his work and the complexity and gravity of the challenges he’s been through. It’s inspiring, admirable, and captivating, needless to say.
As for my situation, it’s difficult to ignore my upcoming trip to South America and what implications that would have on my goals and plans. I’ve met my fair share of fellow millenials who are both lost and confused. The fundamental difference lies in 2 distinct characteristics - ones ability to introspect and make a conclusive, sound decisions or just lay back and carry on without direction.
It’s very easy to see this time as wasteful, costly, and immature, but as someone who associates with the former, this is surely more valuable than just a time to wander. With practically our whole lives spent in the confines of institutions, I think we each deserve to get away from the noise and listen to ourselves.
1 - The transition after college was more abstract than I thought - After college, you think everything is perfect once you land a job, but really, it’s a time for self-reflection and evaluation. This is a major transition in one’s life and is filled with pressing questions about once life intentions.
2 - Habits are more important than goals - having goals is great, but without the right set of habits, goals are a dull and irretrievable image. Goals are attained by having the right attitude and the right habits. Make that a priority
3 - You will grow so much in just a few years after college - truth be told, more learning and maturity occurred after college. College was a testament to your ability to learn and the life after was a test about reality. How you handle it is more important than any of our college classes.
4 - You should learn how to cook - Strength is built in the gym and abs are built in the kitchen. When you make your own food, you know exactly what’s in it and how good it is for you. A man should learn how to feed himself at some point in time and this is the best time to learn.
5 - After you graduate, pursue a passion and a chase it with fiery ambition - It may take some time to commit but by 24, it’s important to single one field out. It’s daunting and monumental but sometimes, you really just have to start somewhere and let it take you away.
6 - Travel - Travel is one of the most underappreciated learning experiences in life. Most people mistaken it as an extravagant expense but in reality, it’s a memorable, eye-opening, and humbling reminder to what is meaningful and important in life. Things, just don’t mean that much afterwards.
7 - The best things in life are not free, but you don’t need to be a millionaire - I’m sure you’ve heard someone say the best things in life are free. Well, that’s wrong, it costs something. It always does. The good thing though, it doesn’t mean you need to have millions to really be that much happier. It just means you need to spend your money on the right things. Invest in friendships and family. These relationships are priceless no matter what.
8 - Save money…NOW - Few people realize this because the impact is not immediate but saving money at an early age will bear fruit later in life when it’s needed the most. Plus, it never hurts to have something to fall back on during rough life moments that strike at any age.
9 - You can’t have everything, but you can have anything - Having everything is just as bad as having nothing. The key here is priority. What are the things that you can spend on and really make you happy? Find that and it will reward you with true happiness.
10 - In any order, the most important aspects of life are health, time, and relationships. Everything else is marginal - Notice that money is not written here. That’s because when you’re healthy, you have time, and you have thriving relationships with your partner, family, and friends, then it would make money seem almost inconsequential. It’s an illusion and we are likely driven to think that it is essential because of relative comparisons.
11 - Aim for a healthy balance of work, leisure, and personal time - I’m a seasoned backpacker and I’m accustomed to months and months of travel, a nomad lifestyle. But that doesn’t mean I’ll keep doing it. I’ve learned to aim for balance more than anything. The perfect harmony rests in how well-rounded, and well-balanced we are.
12 - Smart is sexier than rich - No matter what, intellectual capacity is still better than merely having wealth. The ability to think, solve, and create will always have a lasting,and purposeful impact. At the same time, you can be rich but you can never buy class.
We’ve all been through it. It’s tough, it’s emotional, and it’s sad; but the truth is, goodbyes are part of life. Just recently, a really good friend from work bid everyone goodbye and left for good. Who knows when we’ll see each other again but it’s hard to ignore this sad reality of life… And with just a few weeks before I leave, I’m once again reminded why goodbyes will never be easy. Even after traveling for 6 months, it’s something I cannot get used to, or for that matter, ever will. Here’s some ways to get over it.
Cope with a Moderate Amount of Booze
One of the easiest ways to cope is with booze. Why? Because more often than not, booze is a socializing agent. In my opinion, this is the perfect companion (along with a friend) to express how you feel, and it’s perfectly understandable. Not gonna lie, right after my friend left, I went straight to the bar and drank to get my mind of the matter.
Grab a Bro and Talk
Here’s something your buddy can’t say no to. When a bro is in need, you can never say no to at least a drink, no matter what time it is or how incapacitated you are. In order to measure the closelessness of your relationship with your buddy, see how he responds to your invite.
Clean your house, clean your room, listen to music, cook, work out, or go for a hike. This goes for other things besides sudden low points but doing makes you forget and doing makes your mind active. The more active your mind is, the more you get to reflect on your friendship and remember the good times, not dwell on the loneliness of him/her parting ways with you.
It Takes Time
Like everything in life, time heals and with enough time you will get over a sad goodbye. With the steps above, you’re more likely to get your mind off the anxiety quickly and more seamlessly than just letting things be and hoping that it will go away. Doing always makes things better. Besides, the more you do, the more good things may come your way.
After 6 months traveling around the world, I’ve heard people say that eventually, they start to get numb about goodbyes. I don’t buy it. Getting numb is maybe something that can happen to a robot but if you build strong enough connections and friendships with people, it doesn’t matter where you are or how long your friendship was, it’s going to be tough. No matter what, don’t dwell on the downside but more so on the happy things. Behavior follows our thoughts and so if you feel and think you’re sad, you will be listless and lackluster. Don’t let it get to that point.