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Redshirt
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Hi,
Found this forum late night browsing and can relate to quite some topics on here which is quite unusual. Somehow I seem to come back to psychological questions during vacations when there is enough time and space to introspect and think about what to do with life.
I'm soon 30, have a partner, kid and a pretty serious job. Climbing on the wheel was a conscious decision I thought at the time but it is first now i see how consuming it is. I love my family but still it can be hard sometimes. Not too many years ago, before having a kid, I was close to escaping the modern capitalistic ideas of a good life and joining the cave-dwellers in the Himalayas, being in to that sort of thing.
In hindsight I think one of (if not The) best time of my life was doing regular backpacking trips throughout my yearly twenties. The world was my laboratory. It seemed to almost inverse my psychology and I was much more extroverted,
sometimes bordering uninhibited and found myself in a lot of exciting adventures and made many connections. Now it is the opposite.
Currently being bound by a myriad of worldly responsibilities I am finding myself looking for travel-destinations and
cheap land for sale in foreign countries, but never actually doing anything about this. I guess what I am actually looking for
is the freedom to just do what I feel like for the moment, climbing mountains and philosophizing. Not sure this is healthy in the long run. Did I exchange happiness for meaning?
Can anyone relate? Someone who conquered this phase? Feel free to share your inner monologues.
Found this forum late night browsing and can relate to quite some topics on here which is quite unusual. Somehow I seem to come back to psychological questions during vacations when there is enough time and space to introspect and think about what to do with life.
I'm soon 30, have a partner, kid and a pretty serious job. Climbing on the wheel was a conscious decision I thought at the time but it is first now i see how consuming it is. I love my family but still it can be hard sometimes. Not too many years ago, before having a kid, I was close to escaping the modern capitalistic ideas of a good life and joining the cave-dwellers in the Himalayas, being in to that sort of thing.
In hindsight I think one of (if not The) best time of my life was doing regular backpacking trips throughout my yearly twenties. The world was my laboratory. It seemed to almost inverse my psychology and I was much more extroverted,
sometimes bordering uninhibited and found myself in a lot of exciting adventures and made many connections. Now it is the opposite.
Currently being bound by a myriad of worldly responsibilities I am finding myself looking for travel-destinations and
cheap land for sale in foreign countries, but never actually doing anything about this. I guess what I am actually looking for
is the freedom to just do what I feel like for the moment, climbing mountains and philosophizing. Not sure this is healthy in the long run. Did I exchange happiness for meaning?
Can anyone relate? Someone who conquered this phase? Feel free to share your inner monologues.