Thoughts

ABOUT PLANS AND HAPPINESS

February 14, 2017

Over the last couple of months, I really started to question plans and my idea of what makes me happy. We feel lost without plans but

The willingness to consider possibility requires a tolerance of uncertainty.

as Rachel Naomi Remen once wisely said.

I’m working on it.

 

And then there’s this strange thing spelt h-a-p-p-y which seems to be everybodies ultimate goal and heaviest burden at the same time.

We look at fashion commercials, beauty youtubers and lifestyle magazines and see all these perfect lives with perfect smiles and perfect white teeth compared to the unshiny, unglittery sides of our own life.

All the smiles, products and commercials seem to shout how simple it could be to be happy only by buying this lipstick and visit that place.

 

For me, it was always about travelling the world. I just wanted to leave and collect the happiness from all the places on planet earth. I dreamed about becoming one of these digital nomads – never stopping and always free.

It was the ultimate thing.

Who needs a home when you can have the world?

 

I was so wrong.

And I didn’t even have to go far away to realise that. I just went to England.

 

I had a lovely time there.

And I learned a lot. About life, about this world, about myself and about things they don’t tell you in the commercials: Travelling is exhausting.

Not having a home to go back to requires constant planning of the next place to sleep. Even when you try not to plan anything, you constantly have to find your next bed.

What they don’t show you are the unglamourous places and unhappy moments. What they don’t show you is the reality of our everyday life – wherever we may be.

 

I still love to travel – I’m actually writing this from my bed in Chiang Mai – but I have realised that I want to keep it something special to treat myself, to get a break from “normal” life. I might change my mind in 5 years but I realised that I don’t want to constantly hop from one place to the other just in order to have a bed.

I love my home, and I love to have a place to come back to.

 

Sometimes, living your dream makes you realise that it isn’t THE dream.

It might be the dream of someone else or a dream someone else wants you to dream. But simply not yours.

So sometimes, living your dream can bring you closer to yourself

– and the dream you really have!

 

Discover your dreams and get inspired!

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  • Reply Michaela April 6, 2017 at 12:49

    So beautifully written! I can totally relate to the constant search of your own place.

    As much as I love to travel, I feel the happiest, when I return back home where my heart is (in tiny Switzerland…)

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