All great movies have a quest or a mission, a hero, lots of struggle, and then the victory; he gets the girl/she gets the guy, they catch the bad people or overcome adversity… Hurrray, and then what?
What happens after the dream is achieved, or if lucky, intensely lived? What happens when spending years and years dedicated to a dream, living with intensity every moment, you reach the final drop, you outgrow your new acquired life, and finished every drop of juice your dream had to offer.
Nobody makes movies or writes books on life after you achieve your dream.
So how are we suppose to know, how to deal with life without a quest?
Nine years have passed since the dream of travelling the world has entered my mind, and almost seven, since the dream became reality. Seven years you might say is a long time to enjoy a dream, however, traveling the world is not just a dream, is a quest; a search for yourself, far from home. For some, the journey may take months, or a lifetime . For me it took almost 7 years.
Will home feel like home after so long, will I know what to do with myself? Will I fit in, in a world of social groups and unwritten social norms, when I lost the meaning of “small talk” apart of the chats with fellow travellers on planes heading into unknown, or at coffee shops, somewhere farther than ever imagined, when locals become interested in my weirdly comfortable solo traveller demeanour, starring at the passer by’s ?
When I finally decided that is time to head home, it felt exciting, like a new adventure. Routine life, waking up every morning, run along the harbour, sip ice coffees while reading my favourite books, and take pictures all day.
Somehow, my brain imagined the new routine, as exciting as some of the most interesting adventures while I was travelling. Thinking about the potential of a quiet, slow life, awoken my brain as when I got stuck between the Peruvian and the Bolivian border, without a visa, trying to find my way out and avoiding the risk of spending time in a Bolivian jail.
In other words, doing nothing sounds like an adventure now. For a hyperactive person, a slow life is a novelty, a novelty that will definitely need some major ‘get used to’.
It’s nothing like an adventure!
Isn’t THAT what I wanted, when I stopped travelling, after 90 countries and countless cities/states,…to RELAX? I still do not have the answer to that question. What I do know however is that I do not know how to stay still. Having to be somewhere has entered my system and transformed into. a way of operating into the world.
I think I enjoyed every place more intensely, just because I knew it is not forever, that soon, I will be somewhere else so I better pay attention to it now.
We all know the feeling we get from being busy, or having somewhere to be or something to do, is not always enjoyable but it gives us a hint of “I have a meaning”. Once the goal is removed, the meaning is removed from our life as well.
Making HOME an adventure will require dedication and creativity. The excitement has to be created not discovered, maybe my biggest adventure yet.
Would love to hear from you, if you have a similar situation or some advice, more than “get down from the high horse, people have real struggles”. I am with you if that’s what first thought that crosses your mind, and I am telling that to myself every morning with breakfast 🙂 but it didn’t work so far.