Tag: travel inspiration

  • The Question That Changed My Life

    The Question That Changed My Life

    “It’s been said that we don’t recognise the significant moments of our lives while they’re happening.” – Nathan Scott


    I was crying. I didn’t know what to do. Life was throwing all these stupid problems on me, and I didn’t know how to fight back. So he just smiled, looked at me, and asked me the question that would change my life.

    “Your happiness will depend on the answer to this one question,” he told me.

    “It’s the most important question you can ever ask yourself. Only you know the answer. You might not know the answer yet, and the answer will change all the time. But you need to keep asking yourself – what do you want?”

    Interestingly, I’d never thought about life that way. I’d always thought about what my parents wanted, or what my girlfriend wanted, or what my boss wanted. But I’d never really asked myself what I wanted.

    That day was a powerful moment in my life. I realised I was in control of my own happiness, and any unhappiness I experienced was a result of my own choices. It was the most logical thing in the world, yet I needed to hear it from someone else before it registered.

    So I started to ask myself, what do I want? Do I even know? At that very moment, I didn’t. But I decided that when I did, I would make it happen. I would take what I wanted, completely and unapologetically. I didn’t care what anyone else wanted anymore. If I didn’t start living for myself today, when would I? Tomorrow? Five years from now? Ten? Would I even still be alive then?

    One month after that conversation took place I set off on my journey around the world. My parents wanted me to keep focusing on my career. My boss didn’t want me to quit. My girlfriend had wanted to get married. But what everyone else wanted didn’t matter anymore. I knew what I wanted, and I was going to get it.

    You might be thinking, “that’s just selfish.” And you’re right, it is. But I want to tell you it’s okay to be selfish. If you don’t look out for yourself, if you don’t carve out the life that you want, who will? If you died tomorrow, your boss will replace you within a week. Your girlfriend will find another guy to marry. Your friends will cry and then get on with their lives. Are these the people you’re living your life for? No. You need to be living for you. And when you live for you and chase after what you want – that’s when the world becomes yours.

    I want you to think back to your childhood. Maybe you were five or six, and your friend told you to throw a water balloon at your neighbour. You knew it was wrong, but you did it. You never liked that neighbour anyway.

    Then your mother came and smacked you across the face and the first thing to come out of your mouth was “John told me to do it.”

    Staring at you with devil eyes, your mother would scream, “If John told you to walk off a cliff, would you do it?”

    “No.”

    Yet every single day, we all walk off cliffs. Our days are spent doing crappy things, and we do them not because we want to, but because John told us to.

    “If John told you to work a shitty job, would you do it?”

    “If John told you to study some boring ass thing at university, would you do it?”

    If John told you to wear a dorky looking suit and tie, would you do it?”

    Even though our mothers taught us to say no, we always, always say yes.

    Well, today, I’m your mother. I’m the one slapping you in the face. But instead of just scolding you, I want you to ask yourself why you keep doing these things. What’s stopping you from doing what you want? What’s the real reason your dreams are stashed in the bottom drawer?

    I’ll tell you.

    The answer is fear. You’re afraid.

    You’re afraid of being in control. When you work a shitty job and you hate your life, it doesn’t matter because you have someone to blame.

    “I didn’t have a choice – it’s what my parents wanted.”

    “I wanted to do something else, but my wife wouldn’t have approved.”

    “I couldn’t get time off work. My boss wouldn’t let me.”

    I get it. You’re a victim. Other people were responsible for your misery. You didn’t have a choice.

    Wanna know something? That’s bullshit. It’s a bullshit excuse and you’ve been hiding behind it your whole life. You don’t need to do these things. You don’t need to listen to these people. The reason you follow this path is because if it all goes to shit, it won’t be your fault.

    If you quit your desk job and travel the world, start a business, become a monk or open a yoga school, you have nobody else to blame. No one told you to do it. John didn’t tell you to walk off this cliff. You did it all on your own and that means if you fail you’ll have to stand up and admit to the world that you fucked up.

    You’re afraid.

    Guess what? I am too. These days, I spend my time travelling, working online, living a somewhat unconventional life and earning a lot less money than I used to. I see all my old colleagues in their fancy suits earning six-figure salaries, getting married and buying up houses. Do you think I’m not afraid that one day when we’re forty I’ll be clipping coupons and living in a straw hut while they’re sitting by the pool with their feet up? Of course I’m afraid. I feel fear just like everyone else. But I don’t let my fear drive me. I let my dreams drive me. If I succeed I will look back with pride, and if I fail I will stand up and admit that I fucked up. Either way, I’ll have no regrets, and you shouldn’t either. In the words of a very wise man, it’s better to die standing than to live on your knees.

    So if the first question that will change your life is “what do you want?”, the second question becomes “what are you afraid of?”

    It might be dying from some tropical disease, or going bankrupt and losing everything you’ve worked for. But you know what? It doesn’t matter. You can be afraid of a million things and it doesn’t change anything.

    Why?

    Because everyone feels fear. It’s normal. Fear is good. It keeps us aware. It tells us something big is about to happen.

    Cus D’Amato, one of the greatest boxing trainers of all time used to say, there is no difference between a hero and a coward. They both feel the same fear. The only difference is that the hero does something, and the coward doesn’t.

    Fear can be our greatest enemy or our greatest inspiration. Only you can choose if you want to run from it or overcome it. If you want to run from it, close this blog post and go back to whatever you were doing. If you want to overcome it, ask yourself a third question.

    What’s the worst that can happen?

    If you packed it all in and went full speed towards a dream today, would you die? Would life be over? If I failed tomorrow, the worst that would happen is I’d come home, tail between my legs, and I’d return to my old career as an accountant. If I started a business and went bankrupt, I’d pack it up, put my tie back on, and go back to working as an accountant. But that’s exactly what my life was before I left home anyway. When you define your worst case scenario, you may find you have very little to lose. You may, in fact, be living that worst case scenario already.

    The coward walks off cliffs. The hero walks where he wants.

    You need to decide which side you’re going to be on.

    Do you want to change your life?

    Decide what you want.

    Overcome your fear.

    Come and get it.

    See you on the other side.


  • Why Every Person Needs To Travel The World

    Why Every Person Needs To Travel The World

    After talking to some of my friends back home I’ve realised how much my view of the world has changed since I left New Zealand 3 years ago. As I continue to experience different cultures the way I see the world continues to evolve, for better or worse, and each encounter seems to add different perspectives that my previous self would have never even tried to appreciate. But, what’s most interesting is that when I look back, it’s the moments that were seemingly insignificant at the time that have ended up influencing me the most. There’s been many, but here’s 3 of my favourites.

    The self proclaimed ‘parking warden’ in Colombia

    While travelling through the small Colombian city of Pereira, I got in touch with a Couchsurfing contact named Carlos to help show me around town. After we agreed to meet he picked me up in his flash 4WD and we headed off to a small cafe for a drink and something to eat. He was cool, and we chatted like old friends as we drove out to the city. Then, something weird happened. As we arrived and he started parking the car, an old, raggedy looking man got up off the curb and stood in front of us. I thought he was going to cause trouble, but I quickly learned he was just trying to help us park the car. Slightly puzzled, I watched as he slowly walked back, holding his arms out and guiding us in, giving us the ‘slowly, slowly’ signal and then finally telling us to stop. All I could think in my head was “gee thanks, old man, for helping us park a car in a completely empty parking lot.”

    I didn’t give him too much thought after that, but when it came time to leave we walked out to the car and he was still sitting there. He stood up, went to the back of the car and started ushering us out, again not really doing anything helpful, but trying to look like he was. Once we’d backed out and were ready to drive off, Carlos wound down the window, gave him a few coins and said “Gracias”, before heading off down the road.

    “Why did you pay him?” I asked.

    “Oh, that’s his spot. They all have their own spots. If you park there, they make sure no one touches your car and you just give them some money to say thanks.”

    “But is anyone going to touch your car anyway?”

    “No, probably not.”

    “So what happens if you don’t pay him?”

    “Nothing.”

    I remember looking at him like he was an idiot. It all seemed so bizarre to me.

    “Well why do you need to pay him when you don’t even want his help?” I asked.

    He smiled.

    “We are like that in Colombia. It’s our culture, we just try to help each other. He needs to get money somewhere, so we give it to him. Otherwise he’ll be annoying people, stealing from them, it’s not good. We all give him a few pesos, and it’s not a problem.”

    After thinking about it for most of the day, I actually started to admire that old man. He was trying to make a way to earn money for himself, without hurting anybody or bothering anyone; just giving himself the dignity of “working”, albeit nothing important, and in a weird kind of way, making an honest living. But more than that, Carlos’ attitude was one that I had never seen in my own country. It was as if giving was so normal for him, that he didn’t even think twice about it. When did the culture in my own country become so selfish? Carlos doesn’t know it, but I learned an incredible lesson from him that day, and my opinion of Colombia and it’s people changed completely. I really think the world would be a much better place if we all started being a little more Colombian.


    “Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting.” -Elizabeth Bibesco


    The fried rice lady in Shanghai

    While I was living in Shanghai I would get dinner from a bunch of street food stalls outside my dorms. I had a few favourites, but there was this one lady who sold fried rice that I’d buy from nearly every night. Eventually she started to recognise me, and in her head she’d probably labelled me as the guy who always wanted 2 eggs and no chili.

    One Friday, after a hard night out, I’d fallen asleep in the back of the taxi. As we pulled up to my dorms I paid the driver, stumbled out of the car and started walking towards the gate. It was almost 4 a.m. but in the distance, I saw 3 old ladies and their food stands, sitting half-asleep on their stools in the blistering cold. I squinted and in my drunken haze, I noticed my fried rice lady was one of them, leaning against a pillar in her usual spot. As she saw me from afar she laughed, jumped up and turned on her wok. How could I possibly not buy a box of rice from her now?

    For those of you who’ve been to Shanghai, you’ll know the winter night there is brutal. It’s a sharp, piercing cold, usually sub zero, and when you add in the air pollution it’s just insanely uncomfortable. But here was this old lady, probably pushing 60, sitting out in the cold at 4 a.m. at the slight chance of earning a few extra dollars.

    What I vividly remember though, as I stood in front of her, warming my hands against her stove and watching her cook my rice, was looking at her face and thinking to myself “Why have I never worked this hard?”

    They say that struggle breeds success, and if I’m honest with myself I’m not sure that I’ve ever really struggled a day in my life. I mean, yeah, I had those sleepless nights during exams, which were unbelievably traumatic, and there were those near-death experiences where I had to work through the day without a lunch break. Gosh, with a life so cruel, how am I even still alive?

    All sarcasm aside, what are we meant to work towards when we’ve been handed a fairytale life? What do we do when we’re already born with full stomachs and beds with clean sheets? We be grateful, of course, but does that also mean our work is done? Or does it just mean we’re expected to do so much more? I’m starting to believe it’s the latter.


    “Never throughout history has a man who lived a life of ease lived a life worth remembering.” -Theodore Roosevelt


    The Tanzanian Jimmy Carter

    I’ve been to Tanzania a few times now, and in the small town of Moshi I’ve gotten to know various locals over the years. One of them is a street seller who introduces himself as Jimmy Carter (yes, like the old American president). Why? I have absolutely no idea.

    The first time I met him he ran up to me on the street and tried selling me bracelets. He was relentless. He followed me all around town, even when I ignored him for about 15 minutes, and no matter how many times I said no he just wouldn’t let up.

    “2,000 shillings! OK, 1,500. OK 1,000. OK 500! Please brother 500. OK 200.”

    I had to admire his persistence. In the end I gave him 500 shillings (about 50 cents) and let him keep his bracelets to annoy someone else with.

    Over time I got to know Jimmy well. Whenever he saw me he’d chase me down, and while he initially would try to sell me stuff, we eventually just became friends. I had considered him a nuisance to begin with, but once I started taking the time to actually listen to him his stories began to surprise me. I was actually amazed at how adept and insightful his street selling had made him.

    “Find the girl who walks slowly. She’s the one who buys. The one who walks fast, she’s too busy, she won’t buy.” 

    “The paintings, I always see girls buy paintings from the store. So now I carry small paintings, and the girls buy it. I never carry the big ones though, no one buys the big ones. Maybe its hard to carry.”

    The more time he spent on the street the more his business savvy improved, and through experience he’d learned business lessons that most of us don’t even learn in school.

    “I show them this bracelet first, the cheap one. Then I show them the nice one. When they see the cheap one first, they always buy the nice one after.”

    “I need to talk to people like you, to practice the English. When I learn more words, I can learn more negotiate. When I learn English my selling really increase.”

    “I have to dress nice, you know. When I wear this shirt, people like me more, I sell more. So I always wear this shirt.”

    It was fascinating. He was changing up his stock, staying presentable, learning to look for high probability customers and learning how to price things. He even understood the concepts of price fixing and supply and demand, and although he didn’t use those ‘academic’ terms, he understood the concepts perfectly. It was stuff I’d spent entire semesters learning in marketing and economics class, and here was some African kid who’d learned it on the street and at times would make more sense than my university professors. Is it any wonder China’s richest man started out selling candy on the street for less than $1 a day? It was a humbling lesson that we should never underestimate the guys at the bottom, because the truth is they’re probably smarter than us, work harder than we’ve ever worked and will probably end up making more than we’ve ever made. I really hope that one day I’ll return and I’ll meet Jimmy not on the street, but standing in his own store.


    “Many who are self-taught far excel the doctors, masters, and bachelors of the most renowned universities.” -Ludwig von Mises


    I look back at my former self and it terrifies me. Just the closed-mindedness I had, that anyone who was poor was poor because they were lazy, and that anyone who didn’t go to university didn’t go because they were stupid. I’ve learned that there’s no ‘right path’ in life and everyone will find their own way if you let them. I used to think because I passed some fancy exams and wore a suit that I was better than the guy on the street, when in reality it’s the guy on the street who will probably change the world and I’m the one who’s more likely to flitter away into mediocrity. Travelling has definitely forced me to check my privelege and concede that while my life has been pleasant, it’s mostly been lived in a precious bubble that’s stopped me from seeing what’s really on the outside.


    “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”

    – Mark Twain


    So travel. It’s an education greater than any university degree and one you will never find in any classroom. Quite simply, it will change your life.

    Photo credit (modified): Andrea_44@Flickr

  • The Wisdom Of A Fisherman

    The Wisdom Of A Fisherman

    This is a story that was written in Tim Ferriss’ book, The 4 Hour Work Week. So simple and so true. It might make you feel stupid like it did me, but sometimes that’s exactly what we need – someone to tell us that we really aren’t that smart. Enjoy!

    An American businessman took a vacation to a small coastal Mexican village on doctor’s orders. Unable to sleep after an urgent phone call from the office the first morning, he walked out to the pier to clear his head. A small boat with just one fisherman had docked, and inside the boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.

    “How long did it take you to catch them?” the American asked.

    “Only a little while,” the Mexican replied in surprisingly good English.

    “Why don’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?” the American then asked.

    “I have enough to support my family and give a few to friends,” the Mexican said as he unloaded them into a basket.

    “But… What do you do with the rest of your time?

    The Mexican looked up and smiled. “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Julia, and stroll into the village each evening, where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, señor.”

    The American laughed and stood tall. “Sir, I’m a Harvard M.B.A. and can help you. You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. In no time, you could buy several boats with the increased haul. Eventually, you would have a fleet of fishing boats.”

    He continued, “Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village, of course, and move to Mexico City, then to Los Angeles, and eventually to New York City, where you could run your expanded enterprise with proper management.

    The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, señor, how long will all this take?”

    To which the American replied, “15-20 years, 25 tops.”

    “But what then, señor?”

    The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right, you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions.”

    “Millions señor? Then what?”

    “Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village, where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, and stroll in to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos…”

    From The 4 Hour Work Week by Tim Ferriss.


    Looking for more great books to read? I list all the books I’ve read, with a short review, at brenontheroad.com/booklist.