I learned that it's not about the destination; rather, it's the journey that we as humans find more rewarding.
This was me on a beach in Koh Samui, Thailand last fall. I was vacationing with my girlfriend and we met these guys from Spain at a temple nearby. It was one of the most memorable times of my life.
When I quit my high-paying corporate job in America last year to trek across Southeast Asia on my own, I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going to end up. But I knew I didn't want to continue in the direction I was going. So I packed all my stuff, moved out of my apartment, said goodbye to my dog and family, and booked a one-way ticket out of town.
Since then I have stumbled upon many adventures I never even dreamed of finding myself in. I was completely breath-taken by a 600 metre-long path limestone cave in northeast Japan near Fukushima, the very site of the tragic tsunami disaster that claimed many lives. I met my family and made new friends in Tokyo. I ventured on and found a spiritual connection with a blind monk who spoke no English but could speak to the world with his presence. I journeyed from the tip of Japan onto South Korea having no understanding of the language or culture. I fell in love on a UNESCO World Heritage-acclaimed island (Jeju-Do). I discovered Buddhism and learned what it was like to live in a temple, praying, meditating, and talking about the way of life. I watched my very first play (Wicked) in Seoul.
I got body-slammed in the mud at the annual Mud Festival in Boryeong. I threw my caution at the wind and jumped off a 30-foot tall lighthouse off the coast of Malaysia. I endured travelers' diahrrea in Kuala Lumpur. I saw the Petronas Towers. I raged at the Full Moon Party in Thailand and bargained with street vendors in Bangkok. I made amazing friends in Phnom Penh, traveled along with other backpackers through Cambodia and ended up becoming an extra in a foreign film. I went tubing in Laos. I watched the sun rise and sun set over the temples of at Angkor Wat. I wandered the streets of numerous remote towns and got lost so that I could find myself and who I really am.
Doing new things is a scary concept, but they say gradually you realize it's like a wave. Resist and you'll be knocked over. Dive into the possibilities and you'll swim out the other end. Enjoy my stories, please drop a line, and hope to meet you (or see you again) at some point!
10 months earlier, when I was celebrating mine & Christy’s birthday at the Fort in Makati City, Philippines. Great collage of fun times with my Filipino-American friends. Great way to wrap up my Southeast Asian trip with great company. Fun times!