Last year I decided to explore freedom and veer off course, after finally accumulating the courage to not allow societal expectation override my own instinct. I wanted to explore liberty, and break the cycle of pushing beyond comfort zone, stress, anxiety, proving myself to others and endless competition.
In my quest to reestablish my connection with most fundamental human instincts, I ended having a year of extreme highs and lows and a learning of a lifetime, while embracing some regrettable choices with the hope of making better choices next time. Continuously learning and travelling was the top of this journey.
As I observed and learnt more, one that that stuck with me most is how humanity exists in the simple places and remotest of human settlement, even though they are far from secure. We spent two days with these kids in a village where there is no electricity or internet, after crossing through one of the worlds most dangerous roads (Killar Valley).
From their childhood they learn the importance of building and caring for communities and to cooperate even when they disagree, while prioritising the care for the weak even when they know they will never be fully safe. Among these kids there is someone who walks differently, someone who thinks differently. But they do not belong differently. For two days we camped there, we found unlikely love and association with these strangers.
In contrast in the urban community, we have corporate courses to teach each other the importance of collaboration and care, but we end up becoming desperate and hungry people running to accumulate more and prove more, and eventually retreat to see each other as enemies.
Nice. Well thought out.