Travel blog: First trip to Africa
Traveling. I think I’m addicted. I’ve come to realize that I’m a stimulation junkie. I don’t at all consider myself a daredevil or one who is always in search of a constant adrenaline rush, I just like being stimulated. Whether through reading, writing, art, delicious flavors, good conversation, exploration, or high adventure, these things awaken my senses. They tickle my brain cells, make my body buzz and leave me smiling from the inside out.
Without them, I wilt. I’ve tried to suppress this side of myself in an attempt to build a life more suited to the norms of society but nothing has left me feeling more like a failure. Every time I try my best to pursue a 9-5 job or even a structured schedule, something in me dies. A part of my soul gets sedated and soon all that’s left is an unhappy shell of a person going through the motions of life and falling short in just about everything. –it’s not pretty. Perhaps it’s the sense of security itself that puts my heart in a coma, and as sad as that can be at times in both life and love, I’ve finally come to accept it.