A few days ago, I officially became homeless. Five days from now, I will step onto a plane with a backpack and a suitcase containing almost everything in this world I can call my own. A part of me hardly believes this is happening and another part of me feels like it already has, like it’s not an accident, like everything I’ve done these past two years has been leading up to precisely this moment.
I’ve been receiving an overwhelming amount of support on this leg of my journey of self-discovery. I am so grateful for all your support, love, and kind words.
It seems like my decision to sell everything I own and travel the world reflects a secret, burning desire within the hearts and minds of people all over the world. It’s like we all crave the same freedom and the way we bring more freedom into the world is, simply, by setting ourselves free. By that, we inspire and uplift others just by existing.
And still, many people say to me “You’re so lucky” or “You must be doing so well” (financially, I think they mean) or “You’re so naturally brave”—none of these are true. My luck has all been self-made. I have much less money than everyone thinks. And I’m scared a lot of the time.
I think the only real difference is commitment. I’ve committed to myself. I’ve committed to listening to my own inner call and to answering it.
Imagine my surprise when my inner call said, “Quit your day job” or when it said, “Forgive your father,” “Sell all your things and move,” and “Give your money to charity.” At the time, these messages seemed so unreasonable and uncalled for. They interfered with my comfortable existence and the way I was used to doing things.
But I did them. I listened.
I listened to my own inner voice, no matter how difficult it was to hear. And here I am, happier than ever.
It’s strange, but there’s this part of me that knows what is best for me. Sometimes, it makes mistakes, but those mistakes are ones I need to make. Sometimes, it leads me to pain, but it never leads me to stagnation.
I’ve also learned that this inner voice doesn’t speak English, so sometimes it’s hard to decipher. I’ve learned that my responsibility in this world isn’t to fix myself, but rather to trust myself.
There’s already a voice within that longs to sing my own unique melody. And all my life, I was trying to write a tune, invent a song that represented me, always growing bored or frustrated or violent, never knowing quite how to string the notes along so they’d feel right.
I was trying to create something that had to be discovered. I was trying to make what had to be found.
And so many people want the quick fix, the secret, the one final answer to the question “How can I be happy?” But there is no final answer. There is only the question and the million answers you’ll ask throughout your life.
The secret of happiness, if there is one, is to ask yourself, every day, what you need. To ask and to listen.
Listen to yourself. Really listen. Listen as closely and deeply as you would to someone you respect, love, and admire. Develop a reverence for your body, mind, and spirit. Listen to that inner call and do everything in your power to make it come true.
That is the secret of happiness, of love, of freedom, of healing. Just listen. Ask, listen, and trust.
That is how you build a beautiful life worth living and worth sharing with others. That is how you become an example just by existing. That is how you change the world.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful journey with me and walking on this path. I can’t wait to see where we go together, my friend.