Sometimes we need to redo something in order to get a better result, because the first time did not pan out the way it was planned. As they say, If at first you dont succeed, try, try again.
We are all only human and no one gets it right the first time every time. So, for me its travel 2.0, quarantine 2.0, regaining myself and my heart 2.0 and blog 2.0.
Normal people do a singular 180 to turn their life around and generally seem to hold it there. Well, it appears that this is not my style. It turns out that for me life is a series of dizzying pirouettes. This time I to traversing my life on a roller coaster instead of the concentric circles I seem to have been stuck in to date.
Well, apparently there are some clearly defined rules to doing it all over again and as somehow it appears by default
Rule 3 – New is good: Ok, so no one wants to see or hear the same thing repeatedly. Same shit different day is not ok, but according to the rules same plot different people is ok.
last travels had a very personal motivation – Eat, Pray, Play. A raison dtre if you like. As it turns out I was/am, lived and journeyed along a total clich.
Coming out the other side of it, I see now that the previous traveling journeys beginning equalled an existential crisis (posh word for crisis) and that caused me to seek a brave journey of courage and awareness, my own new freedom, and a way to push my boundaries etc. after a breakup some therapy to uncover my demons.
even the freedom from my own mind In metaphor, I would say this was a moment where ‘angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.
And the end was where I ‘found myself which enabled the universe to position me to find love at first sight. Which was quite literally in the middle of some back water place the opposite side of the world with a person I was therefore destined to spend the rest of my life with A K A - the clich.
But clich or not, and wonderful a journey as it was, I did not get the happily ever after that Disney films profess all stories in life to be As in life, the journey continues and perhaps in my sequel the happy ending before the ending credits roll in
To my original travels were an journey where I visited India, Malaysia (well Kuala Lumpur), Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Indonesia (Bali, Lombok, Gili meno, Sumatra and java), Singapore, Australia, Fiji, USA, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, Chile, Argentina, Uruguay, Paraguay and Brazil. Then to finish it off back in Australia where I became engaged before returning home.
19 countries (not including transits), 38 flights and endless hours and days on buses and trains, not to mention the and moped rides throughout
I had a truly great adventure. I met many, many people and made some truly amazing friends along the way; some of those people I am bonded to for the rest of my life. I experienced highs, lows, crime and the best and worst nights and days of my life. I found the freedom I sought. I asked for and found an epic love and saw some true wonders of the world. Which included Machu Picchu, Ha long bay, Christ the redeemer, The Taj Mahal, Angkor Wat, the Whitsundays, the Grand Canyon, the Salt Lake in Bolivia, the epic sunrise and sunsets and stood on an active volcano watching another one spew its explosive fire into the world I saw multitudes of different cultures and ways of life, beautiful religious beliefs and pure awe at the history around the ancient monuments I was blessed to tread my feet across. I saw pristine cities so clean and ordered juxtaposed with landscapes drowning in litter and poverty which all equalled in me leaving the experience as
I returned from travels happily engaged to the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with and focussed on moving heaven and earth to be with one another. Unfortunately, at that time it was not meant to be, and a series of unfortunate events meant true love became despondent. My life peeled away, and I nosedived as the once solid floor beneath me collapsed.
