“We tell people to follow their dreams, but you can only dream of what you can imagine, and, depending on where you come from, your imagination can be quite limited.”
“Why show him the world when he’s never going to leave the ghetto? Because, she would say, even if he never leaves the ghetto, he will know that the ghetto is not the world. If that is all I accomplish, I’ve done enough.”
-Trevor Noah, Born
A couple months ago I was listening to an episode of the Kevin Rose Show with Dr. Valter Longo, Director of the Longevity Institute at USC. Here’s the description from the show notes:
Dr. Valter Longo is director of the Longevity Institute at USC and the Program on Longevity and Cancer at IFOM in Milan. In this podcast, we discuss Dr. Longo’s new book, The Longevity Diet, which is the culmination of 25 years of research on aging,
Warning: This post says “Fuck” 26 times. Hide ya kids.
People dream up life-changing plans every day.
“I’m going to start my business!”
“I’m going to quit my job and travel the world!”
“I’m breaking up with my boyfriend and moving to San Diego!”
Adrenaline is pumping, images of glory dance through your head; this is really it isn’t it? It’s really going to happen!!
Except it’s probably not.
Nearly two years ago (wow) at the start of our 11-month journey around the world, Jenna and I spent a month zipping around New Zealand in a campervan spray-painted with the gaudiest American eagle you’ve ever seen. While the van itself was wonderful, the eagle (and angry lady liberty on the flip side) were not exactly typical of our taste.
So when our month with this, er, unique vehicle was up we readily handed it in. Never
I just found a gem that I think you’ll enjoy.
Going through some of my old online accounts I stumbled across the blog I (briefly) kept for my first backpacking journey – a mostly solo 4-month foray through Europe after I had quit my first job out of college.
This post portrays the initial panic I felt about leaving my life at home and the assurance of the ultimate realization that I was doing the right
The following post is by Tim Urban of Wait But Why blog. It really resonated with both Jenna and I (especially the graphic about the time left with your parents), so I hope you’ll enjoy it just as much. You can find the original article here.
Tim, take it away…
In a post last year, we laid out the human lifespan visually. By years:
And by weeks:
While working on that post, I also
I know what you’re thinking.
First these people name their website after the number of days they have left to live.
Now they’re telling me to write my own eulogy?
I thought this project was supposed to be uplifting!
I’d encourage you to read on because I think you’ll find it is.
Where did this come from?
The idea comes from a book category I used to consider taboo – self-help. Oh the stigma!
Our trip around the world has afforded me the opportunity to learn a lot of new things.
I’ve learned about how people live, what inspires them and what troubles them. I’ve gained numerous new skills, from scuba diving to farming to architectural and website design. I’ve seen old things from new perspectives and reinvented many of my long-held beliefs. I’ve put myself in uncomfortable situations on purpose and have come out better on the other side.
As our trip comes to an end we tow the line of the next adventure – continuing our growth at home.
While it’s one thing to step out into the world and experience the new, returning to the familiar and converting that knowledge to new life habits is completely different.
I know from experience.
After traveling Europe for 4 months back in 2010 I returned full of optimism and ready for change and while I did
Jenna and I hate being tourists.
Early on in the trip we paid our due to statues, museums, popular towns and other “must-dos” until we realized there was a direct correlation between misery and tourists attractions.
It wasn’t until we taught English in Vietnam (our third Helpx of the trip) that we had a three part epiphany…
Part One: We hate being on the tourist trail and museums are expensive.
Part Two: We love meeting locals