As it sets its pace into a rhythmical routine, travelling can sometimes seem to lose its allure. We acclimatise to the workings of Airbnb, Skyscanner and habits of off-peak booking; a browse through Lonely Planet or Trip Advisor becomes a simple and inevitable means to an unperturbed, time efficient vacation.
Traveling becomes an annual necessity; it is the maximising purpose of paid leaves and year end bonuses.
It’s almost similar to looking forward to a weekend, where we often fall into the unhealthy habit of preoccupying ourselves with the cessation of work more than relishing the weekend itself. It becomes a sedentary (or highly occupied) void of indulgences, where Saturday and Sundays become earned hours, giving us an invisible ticket to be selfish and excessive in our careless desires spewing in all directions, directionless.
Because we think we are entitled to a two-day reprieve, we fret over a weekend not well spent for we go into it with strategies; whether it may be to idle the hours away, or to spend time with some loved ones or to pick up a new skill. A bump like an unforeseen traffic jam boils in our bloods as we miss the movies or a meeting with a friend. On Sunday, we spend the night doleful over another gruelling week ahead.
A holiday shouldn’t be like that: a mere anticipated break in a falsely assumed routine of work, neither should it be an isolated escape from all the troubles of the world.
I hope to think of it as a different means to experience an already exciting life (wow very positive hor, what meds you taking?). It’s a conscious effort to renew mindsets, to embrace mistakes, and to constantly discover through activity or lethargy. It’s a mindful manoeuvring of seeing all things anew: the fourth visit to London or Bali, the 14 hour flight across oceans or the heavy, inimical Monday mornings. It’s a sharp-witted endeavour to heed itineraries and schedules (don’t be late for meetings!) while laughing and learning at every mis-step along the way.
We could find ourselves in the wrong alley or the wrong flight, or the wrong job (?!), but in the midst of conscious humility and openness are unending moments of perfect discovery.