I have traveled far and for a while in search of something that makes me understand my place in the world. I have experienced new places, new things, and new people. After 8 months of traveling and being out of my comfort zone I have only learned a few things about myself. One, is that I am a survivor. Put me in any country in the world and a guarantee I’ll probably do just fine. Two is that I need to find a job that makes me happy. I’m debating whether to go into construction as a project manager for a marine construction company or become an environmental engineer. The sea is my home and any project that works on improving beach erosion and restoring estuaries sign me up. If not construction, environmental engineering sounds nice and I know I will make a little less money but will have more of an interest in the subject matter. That brings me to the third thing that I have learned. Money isn’t everything.  Why be rich but be miserable for 8-10 hours for five days and then pray for the weekend. Yeah early retirement sounds nice but fuck that.

 

It blows my mind asking people what do you want to do when you retire and most people will say travel the world. But fucking do it man to see if you actually like it. See what the hypes about. I guarantee you’ll like but you’ll just get used to it like everything else. The high for seeing something new will settle and you’ll start to get the high only time to time on something that is a true magnificent experience. Imagine when that shit hits you when you 60 years old and you’re like damn this is what I really worked for? It could make or break you. And why wait till your old when you travel with ignorance molded deep inside already. Wouldn’t you want to travel when your young like me and meet certain people and certain cultures that change you view on the world itself? Have these experiences shape you into a better person and a wiser human being? Wouldn’t you want that experience for later wisdom in life if you do ever go traveling again? Then you already know what’s up? Even when you do get to travel when your older you don’t even get that culture experience because your rich old ass is staying at the nicest place going to the most touristic areas and doing it all wrong. Go young and go deep. Fucking get in that forest and experience the true culture of each country. Stay at a hostel and meet people with the same motives for experiencing the new and I guarantee you’ll gain something. Place yourself in dodgy situations like I did in Jaipur, India going to the worst slum in the city and hanging out with some real gyspy’s that live on a 15ftx15ft slab with 12 people under one blanket. That’ll open your eyes a little bit. Again, it blows my mind. I think everyone should travel when they are young like the Germans, the French, and the English do. Just see the world and get something from it. Try to find out more about yourself like the three things I found out about myself. Yes they may not be revelations and epiphanies that will forever change me into a new man and all of a sudden I’m Steve Jobs coming back from India. These simple ideas however were something that was always sitting in front of my face and traveling made me realize true happiness isn’t going to be from trips across the earth but something that was sitting right in front of me back home.

I want to work a job that doesn’t want to make me take shots at the club on Friday night and be hungover on Saturday and then dreading Sunday because you work the next day. I want a job where I am like fuck yeah works on Monday. I want a weekend where I’m enjoying life and being out fishing or hunting or picking up a new hobby. Something that betters myself as a person and makes me become closer to becoming what I define successful. Again, all this traveling shit I have been doing and drinking and clubbing I look around and just think there’s more to than this shit man. All I’m doing is pissing out money and hurting my body and losing life. I can’t settle on a job coming back. I have to find the right one. The biggest fear in my life is settling. I have one fucking life and I need to take risks in order to have rewards.

 

Anyways there’s all my preaching and wisdom I have the capacity to write down and it’s getting pretty late. Unfortunately, there will be no pictures again for this blog. If the people that just enjoy the pictures I take I’m sorry but I’ll take some tomorrow for ya’ll. My writing skills funny enough are still pretty poor after writing so many blogs but whatever man it feels good to get this shit out and reflect on it looking back. Currently now I am in Medillan, Columbia the town Pablo Escobar used to live in. Tomorrow I will tour is mansion and his prison and a few other places. Should be quite the experience. I have 19 more days till I come home. 7 days will be here in Medillan and then 11 days I will be tanning on the beach and relaxing reflecting on my adventures and the experiences I gained from them. Until then so long.