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The Happiness of Pursuit: Accepting Your Journey For What It Is

The Happiness of Pursuit: Accepting Your Journey For What It Is

“The more we focus on our own personal happiness, the more it eludes us. In fact, it’s only when we’re otherwise engaged, you know; focused, absorbed, inspired, communicating, discovering, learning, dancing for heavens’ sake – that we experience happiness as a by-product, a side effect. Oh no, we should concern ourselves not so much with the pursuit of happiness, but with the happiness of pursuit.” – Hector and The Search For Happiness I’m not chasing happiness. That doesn’t make sense. Happiness supposedly comes from within. Whilst I agree, I also think circumstance and context do factor in. For example, I’m someone who likes the coast and sun. So in cold hidden away cities I may not be as happy with my pursuit. That said, this doesn’t make me unhappy, at all, not everything is going to take you to the peak of ecstasy. For that you go to nightclubs and talk to that dodgy looking guy with big pupils and enough sweat to fill a pool… I joke, I joke. Trying to get your head around being unhappy, sad or depressed is not easy! I’ve struggled with balancing my emotions for a very long time, on and off – maybe I’m just normal? Even now as I sit on this plane thinking… why the hell did I just rush through Hong Kong to get to Australia, I’m not pursuing Australia, I’m traveling. I tunnel-visioned myself all the way there, rather than slowing down, opening my eyes and taking time to appreciate the opportunity. I rushed through it as if getting to Australia quicker would somehow make me happier. Sometimes...
Moving On Part 2: Jump Right In, It’s A Beautiful Life

Moving On Part 2: Jump Right In, It’s A Beautiful Life

If you haven’t already, please read part one before reading this post. Now that you’ve read part one and would seemingly be up-to-date on my current affairs, we’ll move swiftly along to the more exciting side of things. You could say that the last post was about closing things down; I stepped down from the company, I moved out of my home, I sold all my shit and now I’m sitting at Amsterdam Schiphol airport on a short layover waiting to board my flight to Bali, Indonesia. But before we get into that. I’d like to thank all the people, you know who you are, who’ve made the last month in London so special. It was a privilege and honor to carry out my duties as one of three ushers at the Eales wedding. I also give special thanks to the same groom, again, as if it wasn’t for him I’d of not been to Ibiza this year on his stag and met one amazing little person in the ‘meditation chamber’. And of course, to everyone who saw me off in different ways throughout the weeks; with sleepovers, nights out, games of Fifa and a couple of well-thought out and hugely appreciated little gifts. Again, thank you all. In total, my journey time is 26 hours… pretty damn long, right? I agree. In fact it’s somewhat longer when factoring in the time it takes to get to the airport and the faffing around in between. I’ve never had one this long before, previously my longest journey time was just over 19 hours and that was to Thailand. Oh god,...
Helping, My Way: An Au Pair in La Ciotat, France

Helping, My Way: An Au Pair in La Ciotat, France

I was at a crazy house-party in Orlando, Florida earlier this year. I’d met the host, Kevan Holland, the previous year and decided to pay him a visit – this guy below about to slide down the stairs, haha! To my surprise it was a totally different crowd and there were only one or two of the people I’d met the year before. So, again, it was a case of chatting away and making some new friends. Awesome, I love that. Here they are… One young lady in particular asked me about the wrist-bands I wear, and what I was doing in the USA, let alone how I’d somehow arrived at her friends’ party. I loved how enthusiastic she was about what I was doing. She proceeded to tell me about what she’d been planning. Marseille, France was the destination, an au pair the occupation, yet no plans on dates or when she might finally take the leap. The conversation went on and she explained how she was nervous, unsure about making friends, and whether they’d receive her well as an American coming to Europe. All more than reasonable concerns; you never know how the French will respond, hehe. Though drunk and probably somewhat slurred, we talked it over for a while and she seemed rather confident about going. So I made a deal with her. I told her… “You move to France, and I’ll come and visit you.” The idea here being that she’d at least have one friend, though new, come and visit if she’s feeling lonely or unsettled. It’s never easy to drastically change your life...
Mikey Visits: USA

Mikey Visits: USA

I spent two months road trippin’ around the USA. I covered 19 states, though have covered 30 in total now. I cheated a little bit too, the last clip is actually from my last week relaxing… in Jamaica. So it’s not all USA. Anyway, I hope you get even a gist of the experience I had, and it inspires you to do something crazy. Go for it, trust me. It’s worth the...
The Day I Almost Died

The Day I Almost Died

One million, seven hundred and fifty eight thousand, two hundred and forty yards. That’s how far we travelled. Eighty yards. That’s how far we had left. As per my last post, I was thoroughly enjoying my trip. In the past two months I have been through so much, and explored so many different places. So many new cities, so many new people. The story… But this is about something else. One of the most beautiful drives ever. It was a 1,000 mile drive from Austin, Texas all the way to Phoenix, Arizona. I’d been told by so many people during my journey that Arizona would be a beautiful drive ‘where god paints the sky’. It was something I was so excited for, and rightfully so. It was spectacular to say the least. Mountains, crazy desert land, rock formations of the likes I’d never seen, crazy open views and mini tornados everywhere. Not to mention the fact that I could see a storm in front of me and actually estimate how long it would be before I entered into it. At this point in the trip, my friends had flown over to join for me a two week road trip and we were 2/3 of the way through, heading to Phoenix before shooting up to Las Vegas the next morning. We had two cars between the seven of us; the 1995 Ford Mustang and their big red Dodge rental car. During a 14-hour drive you tend to switch it up a little, friends switch cars, we stop for food, switch again. It’s a good way to keep on your toes,...
Goodbye Minnesota: Champlin, Anoka, Nowthen, Minneapolis, Duluth, Two Harbors & St Cloud

Goodbye Minnesota: Champlin, Anoka, Nowthen, Minneapolis, Duluth, Two Harbors & St Cloud

*this is actually being posted two weeks late, sorry* So my first month is up and I’m leaving the State of Minnesota. Already, I’ve had a roller-coaster ride. Starting in Atlanta, Georgia with two of my buddies having an absolute blast… then making my way up to Minnesota to settle in and try to work and play at the same time. Hmmmm… where to start… let’s go with how I’m feeling… How I’m Feeling So Far Much like in my earlier post, I’m still feeling rather ambivalent. Really excited, a little nervous, really upbeat, kind of anxious, and I definitely still have the butterflies. When I’m really excited… It’s usually when I’m arriving at a new destination. I’ve jumped in the car, pointed at somewhere on the map – well, Google Maps, sorry old technology – and am on the way. That feeling of not knowing where I will stay, who I will meet or even what I’m going to do when I get there; it’s awesome. When I’m a little nervous… I’ve arrived at a new destination. I’ve done some exploring, I’ve checked out some bits and pieces and now I’m chilling out at a bar or something. It’s now when I’m thinking to myself, oh crap, where am I staying tonight? I’ve got a few hours to meet someone friendly or it’ll be an uncomfortable night… I’m happy to say, I’ve only had to sleep in the car once so far! When I’m really upbeat… I’ve now met some nice people or in some cases, just that one person who’s opened their mind and we’re deep in...

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