Just now I had the salty taste of the Adventure on the lips. Moments that feel like just a few moments. Just a moment ago, I was standing on the other side of the world. I was with people I had just met, but whom I still trusted. Life in Germany? Incredibly far away. Important? Just the moment. I felt the sand under my feet, slowly cooling, and saw the departing sun moving toward the sea. I felt the majesty of the moment and before me floated the question: Why can’t it always be like this?
How to cope with everyday life again after the time?
Jump away from the Seas of this world, away from campfires on the beach, away from all the people with whom one had shared precious moments and maybe even more. Jumping over thousands of kilometers, over small islands, over rushing waves across the borders of Europe, into Germany, back into the Everyday life.
Probably everyone who has ever taken a long trip knows the feeling of returning. The unreal feeling that comes over you when you turn into your street and see the streetlights you’ve passed so many times before. It feels familiar and at the same time strange – as if you’d been away forever and in the meantime had lived a different life. As if one had tasted a bite of what really counts. The bills in the mailbox had played no role in this feast. Or the apartment, which could use a thorough cleaning, and the return to the office, university or internship.
What’s the point of the continual slaving away?
Sure, one also looked forward to his Friends, on Bar eveningsto the familiar. But out there, in the wide world, hadn’t it also been familiar with all the fellow travelers? Didn’t it quickly feel like one big family? It’s exactly this realization that assails you, between the knockout of jet lag and replaying the most magical moments of your trip. That on the other end of the world People had met, with whom one got along so well as if one had been friends for years. And between the slow dawn outside and a few passing cars, the emptiness pushes itself. The emptiness of those who have arrived, who ask themselves: What is the point of all this? What is the point of working? Everyday life, problems, stress. Why not always be as close as when traveling? Why not always experience instead of just being?
For many, it’s like jumping into cold water, returning to the gray of everyday life. And while you’re chatting with your colleagues on your first day at work and talking about a trip that’s impossible to understand if you weren’t there, you’re already thinking about the future and the next trip – the next one. Breakout into happiness. The now blurs and you feel like you’re caught between the memories of the last trip and the hopes you have for the next one.
At the same time, we know only too well that travel is a Privilege is. And that you can consider yourself lucky to be able to experience these outbursts at all, and to penetrate so deeply into the lives of others – and into your own at the same time. One knows that it is a naïve reverie to imagine leaving everything behind and making adventure the only important thing. You know that traveling is probably its Magic would lose, one would not also experience dark days. Boredom, banal things. One knows that everyday life is not so bad. And that there’s no way to escape it anyway. And yet, at first, it’s hard to find your way again in this reality you call your life. It’s like waking up from a Dream. You lie still for a little while, eyes closed, and wander the contours of the already fading memories. Finally, you open them. And must arrive again.
A little more introspection
They are not aware that many of them have a flaw in their view. This is because people glorify what they have experienced in faraway countries as an ideal that they should strive to repeat. One forgets the Homesick, the difficult moments, the laundry, the food poisoning, the loneliness, in short: the hours that are overshadowed by the beautiful moments that were nevertheless there. And at the same time you begin to understand your everyday life as a golden cage. The prison of the generation to which all doors are open. One understands the sea of options as a shackle. Because how do you know what you really want? How do you know how to start? And with what?
And this is exactly where you should start. Because isn’t every trip also a Departure into the unknown? Isn’t it true that as the plane climbs and your home country slowly gets smaller below you, until you can only make out entire cities the size of a pin, you feel a little fear as well as anticipation? There is this little lump in your throat because you are entering unknown territory. Because you don’t know anyone and you don’t know what to expect.
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And exactly the simultaneous beauty and sadness of this moment should be remembered much more often. You should see life as a journey every day. See new jobs as opportunities. Welcome new things with open arms and see the lump in your throat as an accompaniment to something exciting. You should make gut decisions, just like traveling, no matter what friends, parents or acquaintances say. You should focus a little more on abandon yourself. Whether in love, at work or when planning the weekend. You should be much more yourself and listen to yourself. Because you don’t need the sea, a campfire, or a flight that lasts for hours.
It just takes some courage
And when the gray of everyday life, the bills, the stress still constrict you, you should sit in the car. With good friends and a few bottles of wine. And then you should drive off. Because after just a few kilometers, you’ve already left your own little world. Sure, a step that is not comparable with the Travel to other continents. But still you will feel it, already on the feeder road of the highway. You will hear the crunch of the car tire on the asphalt, see the clouds wandering by like silent observers and this desire for new, unknown things will creep up your own body very slowly.
And you can break through the reality problem even more easily. For example, you can go to an unfamiliar bar, look around, and approach a group of noisy people. Of course, this requires CourageBut this is also a side effect of traveling: that you are brave, open and approach people when you are far away, and at home you are suddenly dominated by fear of what others think and everything that keeps you from being happy. Yet it would be so easy to discover the unknown even in the place you seem to know inside out.
To do that, you just have to get up, open your eyes, and not let things that aren’t going well drive you crazy. You just have to go out there, into this world. And spread out your arms. And all of a sudden, even in reality, you’re gripped by these moments that you’re traveling for. The only thing it takes is a little bit of courage and overcoming the narrow viewto which one automatically returns when one has left the waves and beaches behind and wistfully unlocks the door of one’s home.
