People have been talking about wanderlust. It is like a trend, people have been tattooing it and everything. It seems also there is a boom in wanderlusters. This people that entitle themselves as “backpackers”, “adventurers”, “globetrotters”. All these titles as an hashtag, of course. So the world can see and feel the lust for wander inside.
This is all very romantic, and very impressive. It makes me incredible jealous as well. Because I do suffer from the wanderlust. Since I remember I suffer from that. For me is not exactly a positive feeling, because it wakes in me a desire that I can barely satisfy.
Funny how these self-entitled backpackers can afford so easily to travel the world, without keeping a job. Some never had a job even. They finished University and the desire to see the world was stronger. I get that. Oh, I really do get that. I had the exact same feeling, the exact same strong desire. More than a feeling, it was like a necessity. Like hunger, thirst. Pure human necessity.
The difference is that I didn’t (don’t) have the means to do it. These amazing wanderlusters were lucky enough to have someone to support them in their expenses. Or even family that started travelling with them. Or just have the amount of money that actually makes it possible to be without a job for a few months or even an entire year. Yeah, because it doesn’t look like they are living on the street or even starving to be able to afford all this travelling. Quite the opposite actually.
I am not judging anyone with these remarks. I wish I could be like that. It would be so easy, just go wherever I want to go, without having to count every single penny/euro. Sometimes I really wish my parents had been the traveller kind, but they weren’t. Mostly because my dad had to make a choice between raising us and investing in a good house, and education, rather than spend his little savings in travelling. It is a life choice, I believe.
But, in another perspective, I kind like to think of myself as a Conqueror. Every single little bit of the world map that I get to see tastes like a conquest. Like Kings & Queens in the old times, every single new place that I get to visit is a result of a battle. I work hard to be able to see the world; even if I can’t take an entire year to do it, it makes it a bit more special when I get those days off to just get away and breathe different air, enjoy different sights, explore a different culture. Just take something out of my bucket list.
That just tastes deliciously amazing. Like eating a nasty dirty burger. Or to rejoice in a chocolate feast.
Oh yeah, it does feel good.