I chose the Marine Corps instead of college as my way out. After, I still didn't have enough so I chose adventures, sold everything, kept nothing to continually indulge in my wanderlust instead of sitting in a cube.
But...
And I say this with as much love as I can muster to a stranger that I see as a kindred spirit.
But...
What did you find at the end? Was it nothing? Because that's what I found. I'm just a tourist.
There's nothing. And one day you might realize all that running, all that effort exerted, it got you no where.
You might also arrive at the final destination realizing that your existence and your way to exist is but merely at the mercy of the system.
Your friends that kept doing the same things? With the same blank expressions?
You're not better than them. I thought I was, but the final destination is to realize you're not.
You exist because they exist. If everyone was going out to do and chase whatever it is they want there will be no room for you. Ordered society will succumb to chaos and nothing will be done. There will be no roads for you to travel, no places for you to tour, no joy for you to find.
In all, there's no blackness for your star to shine.
You have to accept that. And in doing so you might find that the steady ones, the one that did everything they were told, might end up being the ones that have the most. Compared to you, the one that gave up to always pursuing something else.
Because that's actually the immature way of handling life. And that's the continually reaction I keep getting from people that's done the same thing. Thinking that the replacement of running for life is somehow worth something to keep telling others.
That if you're given the lucky opportunity to be born into an environment providing for a good life in the good part of the world, you should take that and make good on it.
Because others? In worse places, having to do worse things to survive. They would do every single possible thing short of dying to be in your position. Yet you chose to be a tourist. Building nothing, doing nothing, creating nothing, but indulging in everything.
Do good, be good. Age and experience grants you wisdom that running doesn't get you any closer to those two things.