Why I travel and why I quit my job.

I started traveling two years ago. It was my 20^th birthday and I was just thinking of something new to do.  Visiting Baguio came into my thoughts and I never knew it would lead me into some discoveries about myself.

The idea of traveling alone scared me at first but it also electrified all of me at the same time. But with a curious-mind and adventurous-heart just like everyone else during their early twenties, I did it anyway.

And you know what? It was never the same when I get back. I think differently. I became more open-minded. I became more considerate and sensitive with other people. Everything was different. Everything was better different.

Traveling gave me a whole new perspective of this world, of this life and of myself. It made me realize that this world was big enough for a reason. And that reason was up to us to discover. However, this discovering wasn’t meant sitting in front of the computer and asking our ever reliable friend, Google. But more so, it meant observing, evaluating and investigating. It meant exploring, experiencing and trying things with our own senses. It meant knowing, pushing and surpassing limits. Our limits.

And I guess that’s the reason why I travel. That’s the reason why the supposed five-day vacation of mine in Baguio in 2012 branched out to some more other adventures, whether it’s another long five days or a day escape. Perhaps, that’s why I would always spend on plane tickets or bus rides rather than getting the most stylish pair of stilettos on stands.

Apparently that was also the same reason why I quit my job. I have loved and enjoyed my job; don’t get me wrong okay, I would’ve never stayed for the past two years of my life if I didn’t loved it in the first place. I do. Doing marketing for the biggest mall in the country which was on his way to its glorious days, and to be part of a team who was passionately and creatively plan innovative campaigns were something that I would have considered as “dream job” way back college. But nearing towards my second year, I had that feeling that I was settling down not to mention burn out and fatigue, I felt steady and nearing the feeling of being contented. The idea of being stable was good. But I believed, it didn’t suit my personality. I felt like craving for something new.

For many, quitting my stable job in a big company was totally not an option. Well, practically, yes it was not. But I knew myself. I knew what I want. And if there’s one thing that I’ve learned in my twenty two years of existence, it’s a lesson that life is not about being stable or being safe in where you are, but rather, it’s about taking risk and taking chances.

Yes, risk and take chances.