Speaking of a mid-life crisis, a rather popular option is to
up and move, to uproot one’s life and get a change of scenery. This may be
permanently or may be just for a short amount of time. That being said I have
always been happiest when I’m traveling. The feeling of movement, the new
scenery, the new people, the experiences, and the troubleshooting keep me
enthralled. A lot can be learned on the road and certainly a lot can happen for
better or for worse. Either way, you’re very far away from any previous
stomping grounds and when things happen you have to be quick on your feet to
keep the momentum going. Each place has a different vibe and requires a unique
set of skills to navigate, interpret, and understand just how to live.
With every venture into the unknown presumptions about the
future destination are ingrained (why would we ever want to travel to a place
anyway without knowing something about
it already…). Sometimes those presumptions are wrong and the destinations are
not what we had intended; but nevertheless we always take away something for
better or worse from our experiences. Depth into one’s self, not distance away
will be the ultimate healer. Andre Breton calls imagination as one of the most
beloved of all things. “The mere word ‘freedom’ is the only one that still
excites me. I deem it capable of indefinitely sustaining the old human
fanaticism. It doubtless satisfies my only legitimate aspiration.”