My schedule is way off. It’s 9:30 am and I haven’t slept yet. Editing as usual. I sat out on the front porch eating my breakfast/pre-bed snack when I came to the realization that it’s a rare thing to happen upon a person who is well-travelled– and not get along with them. In my head– I’d like to think that it’s beyond the surface of common interests and the love for exploring– but that understood bond goes a little deeper than that. I listened to a book– another self-helper– because naturally– I need all the help I can get. But– it was “You are a Badass” << Highly recommended to those of us who tend to be ass holes to ourselves… >>
I remembered a part in the book that said that if you are more likely to be positive and succeed if you have a lot of faith. Not the religious faith because I definitely do not ascribe to any indoctrinated affiliations that entail guilting people into donating massive amounts of money to a patriarchal bureaucracy. However, I speak of the faith in knowing that my outcome will always be favorable…. if not immediately– eventually. Is that naive to think? Maybe. But it doesn’t hurt.
According to the law of attraction– we get what we put out there. If it’s positivity and if we assume that good will happen…. well, good will happen. If things don’t necessarily go our way– we are still in a positive mindset and we are then programmed to believe that what came and went was for the best anyway. Now– that’s a whole lot of kumbaya bull-shit that I actually do believe in and I happen to live my life in this manner. But I sometimes wonder why positivity is easier to stumble upon for some more than others. Hormones? Genetic Make-up? … Nature…? Or perhaps nurture– experiences, education, and people we’ve come across…
Of course– that methodology doesn’t come naturally to most because I definitely was not born with that mentality. For some reason– my teen years were plagued with the ideation that it’s cool to be above it all and “hate people” and to think that people inherently suck and are selfish and blah, blah, blah. I think it was the massive amounts of pop-punk, teenage angst, emo music that brainwashed me. That or it was my defense mechanism that pushed people away because deep down, if I actually allowed myself to be vulnerable– I knew I would get hurt.
Needless to say, I sought refuge in books that inspired my desire to travel and that was the best thing that ever happened to me. I felt a drastic change in my attitude once I started traveling. The pieces of why I love to travel didn’t really fit until this morning– which is why it prompted me to write this–
With the right mindset going in– with absolutely no expectations whatsoever– traveling has the ability to renew faith in human kind. Again– the key is– to have no expectations at all. For the majority of our lives, the media has been the bug in our society’s ear that insights fear, that sensationalizes the bad, and creates a paranoia that spawns distrust for our fellow man. Rightfully so? Maybe. But a vast majority fails to realize that what we are being spoon fed on repeat via the news is only micron of what’s really going on in the world and paints a false picture of who we share this world with.