I wanted something different. I wanted something out of my mundane life, something extra. I felt like I’m living comfortably in my own world. I felt like I’ve reached my saturation point, nothing excites me anymore. Nothing even catches my attention.
Everything’s working perfectly fine in my life but I’m so damn bored. Not that I don’t like this. I mean, I’m really thankful my life’s okay in every quadrant. I hate that I’m not so loving this state. I think I just needed to experience life in a different perspective, with a different set of people around me, culture, weather maybe.
I dont’t exactly know what else I’m longing for. I just feel like my soul needs to go somewhere where it feels different, a place where it can grow in freedom and eventually find its way back home. Sounds crazy, I know. Sounds like I just wanted to escape from reality. From boredom, I’m sure of it.
Then, I started traveling. In a way, it has been therapeutic. It calmed my relentless soul. It allowed me to see the world from a different perspective. I realized there’s so much more to life than your own beliefs, your own way of living, your career, work status, life status, etc. I started to become unassuming. I started to appreciate life more. I started to enjoy the simple things. Sign of aging, you say, hopefully not. Rather, I’m maturing, growing wiser with age.