Most people see travelling as an action or a verb. The physical state of movement from one place to another in length, in range, in motion. I see travel a little differently. I view it as a feeling. The feeling of attaining groundbreaking information, possessing new found knowledge, acquiring insightful wisdom that promotes personal growth… This is what causes you and your mind to travel- at the rapid speed of light. That being said, the experience of the physical journey is undoubtedly one of the best gateways to a well-traveled mind as it opens up the doors to awareness and exposes you to cultural differences and similarities by setting foot on foreign lands. Most importantly, if your heart and mind is open, it can grant you the value of perspective. And I think the ability to possess a compassionate understanding of each other means that you have traveled thousands upon thousands of miles.
My strongest ambition in life is to become well traveled in the mind, body and soul.
Through this series I will lead you by the hand through the many chapters of my voyage, illustrated by the photos I take and the words that flow in the rhythmical movement my soul travels.
I am a voyager, a nomad that is currently living out of a backpack and going wherever the wind takes me next. My journey is not purely physical but also a symbolic one of self-discovery, cultivating the aspects of character that can only be sculpted from experience. Something that institutional education could never do. I want to see as much as I can, do as much as I can, be as much as I can and really just breathe in all that this big world has to offer.
My story was simple: I saved money at a cafe job back home in Canada, plotted my points of destination on a map and took a one-way ticket to a fresh, youthful freedom to satiate my curious sense of adventure.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring but I live in the moment so I don’t think about it too much. Living in the moment of travelling involves being in a motion of new cultures, experiences and people at constant. Living in the moment of travelling solo is this same motion, but alone- which really means a whole different experience altogether. This is an introspective journey where having your own shadow for company sheds a new light on everyday encounters. Because only YOU are living in this story- a self-navigation of memories where you are the silent narrator. From city to city I trek (or take the bus), walking these paths alone but often stumbling upon the roots of new friends, because although alone, you will find people everywhere you go. Or they will find you- perhaps even more so when solo.
As I journey these paths I can’t help but feel as if some orb of positive light is leading me. I mean, so far everything has just fallen into place. It doesn’t seem real, it seems magic. But magic is real. Every day is a new chapter with new pages being flipped at an incessant rate because time goes by so, so fast. New country, new language, new people, repeat.
Of course there are always highs and lows. Independence often includes symptoms of loneliness, over thinking, fatigue from not having other energy around to keep you going and that toxic voice in your head stripping you of your confidence and telling yourself you can’t do it. Some days you are an emotional roller coaster, very conscious of your insecurities and anxieties because sometimes no one is there to distract you. But I think the melancholy makes the good times great and the waves of sadness brings better waves, you can see them faintly in the distance and you’re just waiting for them to splash you. And when they do, you are rejuvenated and refreshed, with a desire to continue travelling forever.
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion” -Albert Camus