Everyone is different and everyone has an own definition of normality and an own definition of happiness and an own definition of being alive. But at the end of the day when the lights are off, and your head is on the pillow, and only the moon is keeping you company, you should consider: We’re all gonna to die one day.
And you have only two choices: Live the life you don’t want. Or live the life you want. My answer is very clear.
I made my decision long time ago. I’ve sacrificed relationships, friendships, expectations, stability, and many things which are conventional.
Now that I am older I like to remember the past of my life. I travelled the world with a backpack, an insatiable fire to explore new places, and the road I called home. I loved this life and I still do. But today I am married, I have a dog and a job. And I do travel more comfortable.
But I love to remember watching the stars through the windows of bouncy overnight buses and trains around the world, endless plane rides, motorbike adventures, brief romances, lifelong friendships made in one night, cold showers, hard beds, untamed wild hair, salt on my skin because of the endless swims in the ocean, language barriers, not knowing what day it is, waking up and having to remind myself which place I’m in, which currency I’m using, not knowing which city or which country I will be in the next day, getting lost, finding paradises and heavens and leaving little pieces of my heart everywhere. Movement was my only constant. Movement was my life.
Those memories make me the happiest living this way. And I know this is not normal to everyone. I know not everyone would live like this. We’re all different. But at the end of the day we know: We are all gonna to die.
Just live the life you truly want. And you will find your own version of normality.