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Travelling killed my ambition

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Since my last post where I explored how and why I quit my job to travel. I am currently back in the rat race *sigh*, but I have zero ambition to stay in the rat race. ZERO. In fact coming back to ‘reality’ has only further cemented my desire to not live the typical path of most girls my age. The truth is, the older I get the more resistance I feel towards the status quo.

Lets take a flashback to my teenage self… – so determined to succeed, I almost reveled in the fact that one day I would be working 40 hours a week, in a suit (ew). I studied so hard, I was a straight A grade and scholarship student who thought her sole ambition was to be successful in her career, in fact I didn’t even care for marriage or children. My career would be enough… so I thought. Then when I graduated, the reality of the rat race hit me like a brick, and I quickly realized that not only had I chosen the wrong career path, I had clearly missed the point of life altogether. Life isn’t about possessions and how much overtime you have crammed in, its about experience, memories and love.

Flash forward to now… I just cannot imagine having that sort of focus on work. The truth is as soon as I stepped off the plane from my first long haul flight I knew my life had changed forever. It opened my eyes and caused a huge shift in my priorities. The world was so big and wonderful, in fact the native people living in Ti-pis with little money seemed happier than all of those standing in the tube line in London put together. The routine of pay checks and social prestige based upon your material value simply doesn’t make me happy anymore.

To me travel isn’t just a vacation or a ‘dream world’, it’s a reality check – of the vastness and beauty of the world. The experience of different cultures, smells, tastes, languages and canvas’ is where I have found my peace, my hope and my true self. Now, the endless hunt for material possessions seems secondary if not a waste of a life completely.

I used to think that life would be scary without a plan like I needed to live my life in a set out systematic way, but now it’s the thought of sticking to one that scares me. It’s the thought of routine that paralyses me with fear. Because the world feels too big, too complex, and too alluring to settle down into one corner of it. Or stick to one corner of it, even the idea of a mortgage doesn’t appeal to me, why would I want a house in one place? Call me a hippy or deluded or whatever you want, but why have one house when the whole world is your home.

“I am not the same, having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.” – Mary Anne Radmacher”

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4 Comments

  • Reply Ella

    I totally get how you feel I really want to just see every inch of the world and the thought that I might not get to do that scares me.

    Ella xx
    http://www.inellaselement.co.uk

    January 11, 2017 at 12:23 pm
  • Reply Jessica Keynes

    Me too! I quit my job travelled New Zealand two years ago and came back. Hated it. Now I’m leaving again and travelling Asia!

    January 18, 2017 at 9:33 pm
  • Reply Ronnie

    I really love that line.. why have one house when the whole world is your home.. this post really struck a cord with me.. travelling is so important experiencing new places & cultures really does change you as a person

    Ronnie
    http://www.veronicabizzarri.blogspot.co.uk
    xx

    February 8, 2017 at 1:06 am
  • Reply Fay Turner-Paxton

    I love this and have just come to this perspective myself, I left my job and plan to travel for summer before going to University to finally study what I’m passionate about rather than just stay in a job because. I’m 23 so haven’t done the conventional path and don’t want to.
    Thankyou for the inspiration.

    June 1, 2017 at 1:50 pm
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