I love living outside the Philippines, somewhere nobody knows me (not that I’m popular haha!; and a few is ok) where I can be indifferent without being judged as insensitive and where I can just be me without expectations. Maybe that’s also the reason why I love to travel. Because in new places that I discover, I was able to discover my inner self as well.
(Read with a desperate voice from here.) Who doesn’t want to be carefree? Who doesn’t want to be released from our everyday social bondage? Who doesn’t want to escape the scrutinizing eyes, the discriminating whispers, and the curious ears of the society we are in? (You can stop acting like Anne Hathaway in Les Mis now). As an adult, I often long for those carefree childhood days I had when I can ask the most stupid question without being called stupid, ogle at the street lights without being labeled as crazy, letting the ice cream drip onto my hands without being seen as messy.
Perhaps, as an adult, it doesn’t mean that I can no longer be carefree. I still ask stupid questions (a lot of times!), stare at the carnival lights and lick chocolate from my fingers. The only difference is that I have more responsibilities now. It means that, most of the time, I am responsible in finding the answers to my own stupid questions (thanks Google!), rest my eyes after watching too much TV, and to make sure that I clean after myself. The problem is that these responsibilities are often considered as burdens. Work is a burden, social obligation is a burden, doing my own laundry is a burden!!!
While writing this, I realized that maybe it is the act of irresponsibility, and not of being carefree, that is condemned by society. The photo above is a sign of being carefree but if I stayed there longer and, worst, hit by a car and die then it would be of being careless and irresponsible. The burdens, as I misconceived, are the opportunities for me to be carefree. I have to work to travel, attend family reunions so I can always go back home, and look after my safety so I can continue enjoying life.
How then can I enact all these vague and/or ambiguous thoughts? Maybe, I should be carefree in my thoughts and responsible for my actions. Sorry for the overuse of the word “maybe”, but isn’t life full of that anyway? What do you think? Maybe?*
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* Like life, this blog post has a lot of questions!
- Photo taken from ANU, Canberra, Australia (Nov. 2012)
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