Psychologists call it the paradox of choice. When we’re given endless options to choose from in life, we sometimes end up choosing none at all.
I try my best to keep writing on the road, but in a constant state of motion it’s not always easy to get into the rhythm of writing and working as I normally do. It seems to be about finding the places that inspire and changing mindsets. That’s when things get done.
Imagine spending a month on a serene, quiet beach with your thoughts and all of nature’s beauty. Then imagine the next day abruptly switching into a packed van with an angry Cambodian driver and being dropped off in the heart of chaotic Khaosan Road in Bangkok.
The former monk told us that there were four ways to get to the place we needed to go. East, West, North, or South. I came to volunteer on his organic farm for the holidays because I was hoping for some sense of mindfulness education and exposure to farming life. But as I was departing...
It doesn’t matter which time zone I’m in or which continent I’m on – I have something to confess. Borders won’t keep me confined to my truth any longer; the majority will not bully me into pretending to be someone I’m not.
The traveller's road is well paved with those pursuing paradise. Some young backpackers look for good times and cheap drinks, but then there are many others looking for an idealized form of paradise. Some believe it can be found somewhere on the road, as though they’ll find that right place to solve their troubles.