People often ask me why I live the way I do, instead of focusing on a career, a house, a car, a dog and 2.5 kids. Sometimes I try to describe the feelings and emotions I have when I find myself in unfamiliar surroundings, or accomplish an obscure task on my Life To-do List. How alive I feel when I’m “not in the norm”.
But more often than not, people can’t understand this. It’s like trying to describe the beauty of a rainbow to somebody who was born blind. Until you’ve experienced getting lost in the alleyways of Venice or watching a sunset in Villefranche, you won’t be able to wrap your head around the “Why”.
So then I try another approach. “Most people spend their lives working 50 weeks a year to have a week of vacation. I on the other hand simply do things that allow me to be on vacation for the majority of my time.”
Again, sometimes they get it, and sometimes they don’t…
But today, I read a story that should pretty much clarify everything.