Quite often, I like to take time out and watch other people. Usually from the confines of a cafe or when awaiting an international flight. It just so happens that I am currently watching people in the departure lounge of yet another international airport. A few moments ago, I noticed a young girl with her mum, aged around 7 or 8 years. It left me wondering where she might be in ten years from now and, in turn, left me pondering the previous ten years of my life.
In 2007, I was a travel agent for STA Travel, living in Stafford on Brisbane’s Northside and in the third year of a relationship that was a few months off ending. Despite travelling for 7 years by that stage, I still had a house full of furniture and my record and CD collection was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most important piece of my life.
Fast forward 10 years and I have travelled a lot more, changed jobs more times than I care to remember, been through three serious relationships, married then separated, sold off almost all my possessions (the music and books now live in a storage space), learnt to live by modest means (a mattress on the floor with a few boxes of books and some clothes), had a vasectomy, lost all contact with my heroin addict brother, run 7 marathons and 30 half marathons yet, most of all, I have never been more comfortable in my own skin.
Why? Because I just don’t give a fuck anymore. I could die in a plane crash today knowing I have been honest with myself and lived a life the way I have wanted to and not been controlled by a bank, an institution or any other person. It’s important that you learn to not give a fuck because all that worry will just age you faster and give you ulcers.
If I want to travel, I travel. If I want to eat an entire packet of Tim Tams, then I will devour that packet in record time. With age and experience comes a diminishing care factor. I used to worry about what people thought of me. No more. In fact, I think I specialise in pissing people off but that is nothing for me to worry about is it?
Like I said earlier, you could die today so why obsess over things completely out of your control? Go and travel. Go and fuck that hot guy that’s been in your thoughts. Quite your job if you are not happy. Dump that girlfriend who nags the living fuck out of you every other day. Eat that family size pizza. Run naked on the beach. Whatever it that makes you happy and feel truly alive……chose life!