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Travel Escapism — that feels more like Reality

So, you’re off to another adventure? I can relate.

Is this your 3rd go around? Did your feet touch the soil before you booked another one? Or were you still in the air when you hit SEND on that new flight reservation? Ha. Yes, it’s a thing. 

One might think that a person living this way is up to something…or not much of anything. However, it is far from the truth. The nomadic way of living has been around for ages, much like animals migrating in Season, travelers tend to relocate from place to place as a reflection of where they are in their mind and heart space. One’s birthplace or hometown isn’t meant to be the final fate of their life’s journey forever. In fact, it’s getting away from “the norm” that causes our wits to be tested. In new places, where more is out of our control — spontaneous and unexpected than not. Our senses are heightened and the zeal for adventure and joy is just thought away.

Let’s revisit this — conditioning. Much of our youth, adolescence, teen, and young adult years are spent in preparation — for life. We are staged in classes, formats, assessments, and programs that measure our aptitude for success based on the findings, brilliance, and or genius of someone else….who is no longer with us. “…why do we seek the Living amongst, the dead?”. We are meant to come to our own conclusions and let the left teach us more than any textbook ever could.

Some travel to volunteer, others travel to take in the sun, there are those who need to feel a part of the culture, while others who’d rather remain secluded on a resort escaping life as they know.

But…it seems more like reality than anything because it's the life where you get to actually do you — be you.

As an Artist, Writer & Content Creator I can relate. My getaways allow me to study, research and grow in peace — at a pace that caters to my needs and not the other way around.

Bliss.




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