There is not much that I’ve admired or learned from people my age. Mostly because they’re all incredibly immature and have so far amounted to very little in life (myself included). So when I witness a phenomenon that another person of my age group has engaged in, it sticks. Very rarely have I genuinely been impressed by someone my age. When you encounter these kinds of revelations, you must seize it and learn from it. So far, I think I’m succeeding.
A few months ago, a very good friend of mine took it upon herself to book a one-way flight to British Colombia. I remember being shocked when she gave me the news. I mean I was literally speechless. She told me that her small town was just too small, too boring, and too repetitive. She needed change in her life. She needed spontaneity and what is more spontaneous than deciding to move to the other side of the country on a whim? She looked online, found a house with an empty room that needed a renter, she put down her deposit, and booked her flight. No return flight. She told me she was going to stay in BC indefinitely until she decided to come home. That was in September. Now, it is February and she still resides in beautiful BC. Honestly, I have to give credit where credit is due. How many people dream of just leaving their world behind in search for another one? I know I do. Every. Single. Day.
I grow tired of the same, repetitive activities. Wake up, go to school, get home, read, go to sleep. I can’t remember the last time something even remotely interesting happened. The way I see it, everyday is just as bland as the previous one. It’s like all colour has disappeared from the world (maybe it’s just the winter blues). But then I remember, I have the power to do something interesting. I have the power to make today different. Well, maybe not today since today is pretty much almost over. I mean I can decide one day to just stop this nonsense and pursue something more interesting. Then I remember that I have an uncontrollable fear of what will happen if I drop out of school, change cities, shave my head, or get a tattoo across the entirety of my arm. If you haven’t noticed, I fear the mysteries of the future, which pretty much puts me between a rock and a hard place. I want to go to school so that I can have a future, but I want to travel and pursue other opportunities that add colour back into my life.
I constantly reflect back onto what my very good friend has done. She just up and left. She booked her flight and decided to plant he rest of her life as it plays out. I truly admire that about her. She has done that one thing I wish I could do. She pursued what gave her life meaning. She didn’t conform to the go-to-school-to-get-a-job-to-be-successful ideology. She made her own success. Her goal was move to BC. Goal achieved.
I decided to have my go at this mentality. With some of my working money that I saved up, I bought a plane ticket to England. No, I’m not moving to England, I’m actually just going to visit my brother who is studying law there. Do I have in mind what I’m going to do when I get there? Hell no. But hey, if I’ve learned one thing from my friend, it would be:
Just take a damn leap of faith every once in a while.