This post on what I love about indefinite nomadic travel has the potential to reach epic 6,000 word proportions.
But, to cut to the chase, there really is only one important reason – the holy grail to living a perfectly peaceful and content life.
I’m not rushing time.
I friend of mine shared with me an old Buddhist proverb many years ago in the living room of our Dublin apartment the morning after another night of fun partying.
One day while walking through the wilderness a man stumbled upon a vicious tiger. He ran but soon came to the edge of a high cliff. Desperate to save himself, he climbed down a vine and dangled over the fatal precipice.
As he hung there, two mice appeared from a hole in the cliff and began gnawing on the vine. Suddenly, he noticed on the vine a plump wild strawberry. He plucked it and popped it in his mouth. It was incredibly delicious!
I loved the message of savouring each precious bite of the strawberry but have often found it difficult to apply to my present moments.
Last week, I realized we’d been traveling around Australia for nearly 3 months. (Doesn’t time go faster each year you live?)
Three months was often the average trip we’d spend backpacking when Craig and I travelled as a couple. I was so much more acutely aware of how that time progressed back then. It’s because I always tracked how long we’d been on the road and how long we had left.
I tracked time because I knew it was coming to an end and so the gnawing of the mice became too prevalent.
Somehow I felt knowing I had only 5 days left meant I was going to live those five days more intensely. But it only highlighted brevity and took me away from fully engaging with and appreciating every second.
My stomach tightened with each passing day knowing my joy would soon end with a return to a life that stifled me.
I have none of that now. This is my lifestyle.
There is no end limit brought upon by time or resources. I will define the end when I feel in my heart it is the end. That could be tomorrow, in 5 weeks, 5 months or 5 years. I don’t know. I don’t care.
I only care about being and doing and living each moment. All I feel is peace and joy for the surprises of every day.
I’m not looking back at how long I’ve been gone or how I’m making my limited hours count, I’m just making each minute be the best. The mice aren’t reminding me that once it’s over I’ll be nothing.
I’m setting a future where every day I’m being something because I am enjoying every present moment as a gift.
Indefinite nomadic travel helps you savour each sweet bite of the strawberry.