Life is a one big road where we all gather, everyone going to their own destination. Sometimes we’re stuck in a traffic jam. Other times we run full throttle, going ahead of everyone. Or perhaps you’re a slowly-but-surely kind of driver. There are also instances when we cross each others’ lane.
As we pass through the main road, there will be side streets along the way. One of those belongs to you. You might take a detour every now and then or shortcuts (which you’ll realize later on that it really is a long-cut). At the end of the day, you and only you could forge your own side-street. It’s the kind of street unlike any other.
My friend and I share the same sentiment about travelling. Apparently, people, especially my generation, the ones who have recently gotten a job and think that they are ready to conquer the world and mature enough to plunge into it needlessly (that is so wrong in so many levels), travels for the sake of social status. Okay I’m not generalizing anyone who travels nor saying that travelling is bad. It’s just that travelling have lost it’s core meaning; people don’t travel for the sake of travelling. They do so for bragging rights. This gives birth to some way of thinking that the ones who travel are better and wiser people unlike the ones who don’t.
People call that going to places as their YOLO moments. They claim that, as you only live once, you have to go see and experience the world. There’s nothing wrong in that. What’s wrong is pushing that idea to every single person they know and their attitude. You’ll never know, that someone might be experiencing their own YOLO moments in their own way. Or maybe you really don’t have to go that far to experience that moment. What all you have to do is stop and look around you, see what or who have you been taking for granted in the past days or years. You only live once right?