I decided to do. I left the comfort of the comfort zone and decided to try. I made a list of what you left behind: a job, a house, a family and wonderful friends, a television that understood, a shadow and a pout. Then, When evening reviewing, I added a car, my comforter, thousand tavernas and a cd. What do you expect me? I made another list after long sleepless nights filled with a "do not know".
But it all started before. Before the list, To think about it, even to love her. I walked a lot while smoking compulsively (Then I still smoked) For a narrow garden in which we walked in Corro to delay the return to work. He repeated it, I repeated it, Like a mantra: "I have to change my life, I have to go out to live the world ". I was told to my then friends and co -workers who comforted each other to be surrounded by fools, useless and licking that ascended to bosses of everything.
I have to change my life, I have to live the world
One lap after another, One day after another, in which he made sentimental accounts in those short walks between security, Comodities and accurate affection and a complete nothing to discover in which there were as many passions as fears. "You have to leave", We told ourselves while we entered the elevator that returned the shackles. And in each phrase, In each reflection aloud, I noticed that I was going to leave little by little. The big trips are made step by step, At least I did everyone, And this began replicating mantras in a city garden.
Then the thought came to me one night that I was returning home in the car, At the time it smells like tahona bread and the sweeping of the streets is heard. I did it after having fun where always with the feeling of having already exchanged those laughs. Fun, I had fun, even much, But with the disturbing doubt of whether the last laugh of the night I had not given it the same and yesterday.
And then, On hangover and newspaper, Millimetrically calculated the probabilities that had already taken that spectacular cane with a lid in exactly the same square centimeter of that bar about six hundred times. I did it by accommodating my shoes and my shoulders in my tile willing to heated the same discussion as always in which we all repeated arguments with the amazing inability to make us believe that we did it for the last time.
Abroad on Sundays are Mass and Footing
I didn't have the lid or friends left over, But I was beginning to ask me how it would be to argue about anything else that I don't care without having already heard it before one hundred thousand times. After, that one thinks better with full stomach, I wondered how I could fit in the suitcase the whole bar with all its food and even the waiter. "Abroad on Sundays are from Mass and Footing", remembered. I had that signed up among the bad things to leave on another list that I started and ended quickly: "The worst thing is that I leave here all the people I love the most". And at the beginning of good things I also understood that on the obverse was the answer: "It is best that I will find new people I will want".
And so the days passed and my life full of satisfactions and yearnings that had to overcome the routine that everything is, at least, For the second time. Time passed and kept the doubt if there will be a new world on which to try fortune. The one we have almost all, indispensable quality of the human being, called curiosity, which consists in giving more importance to questions than answers. I did question once after another, as I had done since I had 20 years, If I would be able to start at once. So there was only one reason to do it, To leave everything: A disturbing question, What seemed little to negotiate with my fears. How can life move with a single question in the head?
The success was to leave even to return
But I did. It doesn't matter how. And the trip began and a new life began. I will not talk about how wonderful everything has been in these almost five years, The best of me and happy life, since it is a relative full of coincidences and events that can be twisted at any time. Success was not to find how a dream happened to me, The success was to leave even to return. I think I said once "without going to come back I would always have lived while I was still". Nothing is not lost or welcomed, that the good of the back remains, A lot of new emotions is simply added, In waterfall, in stumbling.
Serve this text because of impulse to those who dream and have doubts to do something different, to shake their lives, to risk. In the early morning of a distant site they find emotions and comfort, But what they will surely find is the fascinating world in large or small doses. There are a lot of life and things to do out there, across, A few steps beyond the garden through which every afternoon wonders if there are other possible lives. exist, They are there, very close to go and even return.
PD. In these almost five years I have been correspondent. I have traveled all Africa repeatedly even making a four -month car trip from Madrid to Cape Cabo. I have organized and guided safaris and routes through several countries. I have written three books (one already published, another that will be published shortly and another that will be published in less brief). I have photographed nature how I never thought I would do it. I have taken a hotel. I have married. None of those things would have been possible without leaving one day from that garden.
