HomeOther Why I Discontinue My Job, Traveled The World, Returned Home, And Then Did It All Over Again November 11, 2016 Other No Comments Tweet Pin It Apparently Ive become pretty good at avoiding the real world. Last year I cease my job, packed only what I needed into a backpack, and left everything I knew for three months to get lost in the cobblestone streets of Europe. It was what I thought of as a transgres from the real world a time to reassess where Id been and where I wanted to go in life. But more specifically, after years on the structured track of school and work, it was a time to ditch all schemes, schedules, and expectations for the thrill of hazard and uncertainty. It was a once in a lifetime experience. Until I decided to do it again this year. I had come back home and was expected to jump right back into the rat race, just like everybody else. And I followed along for a while I’d gotten an even better task than I had before and was supposed to stay put and live a normal life from that phase forward. While I shouldnt have had anything to complain about a solid paycheck at a companythat often gets ranked a top place to work , nobody to genuinely report to, and a 10 -5 schedule with my signature hour-and-a-half lunch transgres I realized exactly what I had knownall along: success to me would never be defined exclusively by a career. I couldnt spend the rest of my life, let alone another year, feeling complacent and going through the motions at a task that didn’t excite me…just because it was easy and comfortable. I kept quieting these voices in my head I mean, what kind of maniac discontinues his task twice in eighteen months to travel around? But as it always does, my heart won the battle against my brain, and I finally pulled the trigger, booking a one-way ticket to Copenhagenagain. After the initial excitement and anticipation of escapade, I astonishingly started to feel something unfamiliar weighing down on me: remorse. I was questioning myself. Even when I told friends the exciting news, part of me still wasnt one hundredpercent confident about the decision. Did I fail in finding what I was looking for on my last journey? What precisely was I even go looking for last time? What the hell wasI going to do when I gotback home thesecond time around? Could I truly leave what I considered the real world multiple times and expect to only seamlessly integrate back into it whenever I felt like it? Obviously, the minute I touched down in Copenhagen, all these questions and uncertainties seemed ridiculous and disappeared instantly, replaced by the high of gratifying unbelievable people, trying new foods, and navigating my style through foreign streets (… two months in and Im still cranked to 11 traveling is the only drug I know without a comedown ). And this is when it hit me a total reversal in in my thought process. A lot of people look at months of traveling as the perfect getaway from responsibilities, a u-turn from adulthood, or a style to put off settling down/ growing up I surely did. Around twenty-two, the real world becomes defined by the monotonous routine of adulthood finish school, choose a career instantly, work your style up to the corner office, get married, sign a mortgage, and retire contently knowing youve perpetrated more than a third of your time on Earth to constructing a life so now you can actually start to live it( to be fair, this path is much more common and expected in America than any other country, but thats a whole other tale most Europeans and Australians Ive gratified have told me its actually considered weird if you dont take 6-12 months off after school to assure the world and live internationally for a little bit ). Theres nothing incorrect with this its secure and comfortable but why is this the only in the Country? To me, the real world is outside outside your comfort zone, your routine, your country, your perception of reality. Where new people come in and out of their own lives every day, new savours and aromas are everywhere, personal growth is valued more than career promotions, and tomorrow is never the same as today.Its uncertain and a little dangerous, where street smarts and a friendly smile are the only common languages, where your friends cant vouch for you if you get into trouble and the only boss’ you have to pat you on the back or criticism you is yourself. Its not a Tuesday night catching up on emails, but instead blurry nights expended sharing bottles of wine with strangers and mornings wondering if youll ever insure the person or persons next to you again. Its walking down the street and locking eyes with someone youve never gratified, but somehow feeling like you already know their entire life story only fromthe moment of franknes in their expres. Its joining a stranger for a 3 hour dinner only because of a little remark she made about your shoes. Its motorcycle rides across the Greek Islands. Its the doing not the planning. The real world to me is when your faith in humanity is validated every day in some manner, realizing were all in this together whether its demonstrating up to a new city with nowhere to sleep and getting offered a couch by someone whos known you for less than sevenminutes, or when a group of backpackers gather up and share the little food they have with you to help you from starving( because you didnt realize a national holiday in an alpine village means everything including marketplaces and restaurants are closed for the working day ). So maybe Ive observed a loophole that cant last. Or maybe everybody else is right and I havent realized it yet. Maybe youll talk to me in a year and I’ll have a completely different point of view. Maybe that twenty-two-year-old investment banker in New York who spends countless nights sleeping under his desk feels like hes contributing to the world in a positive way( or at least hopes it’ll all be worth it once he gets that big house in the Hamptons ). Maybe that Australian girl who left her task back home to become a barista in Paris for half the money regrets her decision( but I doubt it ). Maybe youd rather wait until youre old, rich, and retired to detects adventure. Because the next time I want to take a break from the real world Ill plan on waking up, punching in the timesheet at work, spending an hour at the gym, and feeing a nice dinner in the comfort of my home knowing full well that tomorrow will be exactly the same. Read more: About The Author Related Posts Other Rihanna parties despite canceling multiple performances ... 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