I’m a duck. That’s right, I’m a fowl with feathers that repel every droplet of water to land on my back. And if I can be a duck, so can you.
Traveling can be glamorous, without a doubt. There exists that little puff of ego that emerges when you return home and recant your tales of tramping through the jungle, zip lining through trees, and eating foods that would make your buddies from university gag.
But what about those moments, hours, even days, of chaos. Those times when you’re ready to rip your hair out and scream because your visa paperwork is an utter mess. Because you know you got ripped off by that salesperson, just because you’re a foreigner. Or that when you say vegetarian, that means you don’t eat meat at all, and yes, fish is meat, and all you want is just something to eat for dinner before you pass out.
It’s pure frustration. And when you’re travel weary, wearing the same clothes for a week, and sucking down malaria pills like they’re candy, I’m telling you to breathe. To repel those things coming at you like water sliding off your back.
I’m telling you to take the axe that you’re ready to wield at the next person to speak to you and slam it down on those moments, those thoughts. Because you’re abroad. You’ve realized that the world is so much more than the world of your childhood, and you’ve decided to do something about it. That, in itself is an achievement. Bottling all of that frustration in the face of chaos, brings you nothing. It exhausts you and clouds the experience that you’re trying to have. So breathe, pause just for a second, and I promise the answer to that chaos will be clear as day. And if it’s not, there’s always the bigger picture—that you are where you are to experience something new, to begin or continue your odyssey.
So take an axe to it, and be a duck.