It occurred to me that our lives are shaped in accordance with our actions, which are the products of our thoughts.
You are what you think. Simply said, you are the result of whatever consumes your mind.
Two years ago, I took my time to examine and observe my inner self. As a result, I became more aware of myself, others, and the world around me.
Soon after, I started to battle with finding my life purpose.
Here I was, desperately, frustratedly, searching for my purpose. Little did I know there are many misconceptions around that idea.
You see, we don’t just have ONE purpose in life.
I believe it’s a matter of finding something you love to do, and never stop doing it unless you find something you love doing more. Simple is as simple does.
Among other things I love doing, traveling is my drug of choice.
Traveling gives me purpose. It forces me to get out of my comfort zone and do things I wouldn’t normally do.
I’ve known nothing but pure happiness, meaningful connections, and inner peace whenever I travel.
Traveling broadens my view on every aspect of life. It helps me learn from others and embrace different cultures.
Traveling lets me live a life in accordance with my beliefs and values. One of my core beliefs being, no matter where you are from, what you eat, or what language you speak, we are all the same.
By going to different places, immersing in different cultures, and hearing people’s stories I can vouch for that.
As Anne Frank once said: “We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.”
Traveling teaches me how to love myself and others by being more accepting of others, being more attentive to their needs, and being more grateful.
I remember one day in Cancun, I bought a fruit salad for 65 pesos ($5). 65 pesos is also how much a Mexican worker makes in an eight-hour day of hard labor.
In Cancun, I was spending far more than that in a matter of seconds.
When I returned home, I changed my ways and became more grateful. I stopped impulsively spending and started discerning better “need” and “want.”
Traveling gives my life meaning because of all the memories. As you know “memory is a way of holding on to things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.”
Traveling is my drug of choice. What’s yours?