I’m leaving Australia in five days. And for the past year, I have not seen a kangaroo, swam in the ocean, been bitten by a spider, petted a koala, driven a car (but I did pull a rickshaw!), gone into the outback or done a lot of Australia-type things. These are my choice. So what’s the point, you ask? Why go? And in spite of all that, it still might seem like a great adventure.
Three things about adventure:
Adventure is a funny word. People think it means going, and doing, and seeing, and all the other senses. They suppose it means charting into dangerous, scary and far-flung places—and it can be that. But what it really means, what adventure is really all about, is the unknown.
Adventure is a mindset. We all have our own ways of pushing ourselves to learn and grow, mine just happen to be traveling around. It’s what’s unknown to me.
Above all, adventure is meant to be shared. If an adventure falls in the forest, and nobody’s there to hear it, does it make a sound? We can’t keep experiences to ourselves. That’s not fair. It’s one of the many ways we learn, and grow and love. Right now, I tell stories. It’s how I connect and synthesize my experiences.