Retirement Travel: My Life of Fear

Mekong River at SunriseI have recently had a number of people tell me that they think I am “brave” for living my retirement years as an adventure, traveling the world and drinking in life as fast as I can. They relay to me dangers that they have heard about on the news, happening in places that they have never been before and they tell me that I need to pay more attention, worry more about “things” and be more cautious. They tell me of the latest sensational news from “somewhere” and apply it to everything beyond their own borders. I know they are well meaning and only have my best interests at heart, but I don’t think they completely understand anything about my real fears. They don’t know what really scares me.

The fears that had been cynically fed to me by a manipulative media for years, ceased to matter when I didn’t have access to them.

Before I began my retirement adventure I was a news junkie. I, like many of the people I knew at the time, would stay glued to the news for no other reason than to have our collective fears and biases confirmed. Even though some of things that we saw had almost zero chance of significantly impacting our lives we would tune in because we liked being entertained, we liked being outraged and on some level we liked having “enemies” and something to fear. There was something in us that kept drawing us to news items that made us enjoy feeling like we were on some sensational but undefined precipice and in danger of losing our way of life to foreign influences or some other irrational fear.

Then, in 2011 I sold everything, retired and moved to a remote beach in Mexico. I had no television, the Internet would barely work well enough to gather anything but news headlines and the newspapers that I saw would often be months old. All the news that I used to spend so much time urgently worrying about lost its importance. The fears that had been cynically fed to me by a manipulative media for years, ceased to matter when I didn’t have access to them.

The time on the beach allowed me to concentrate on things that I found important without distraction. I was able to think more clearly and see things that were lost to me in the 24 hour news cycle. Soon I came to realize that the things I had been taught to fear were an intentional distraction designed to keep me tuned in through the next commercial break. Someone more suspicious than me might say, that the fear and xenophobia we are sold by the media, is like a magician’s sleight of hand trick made up to distract us from real dangers to our way of life. Whatever the news was feeding me; I began to see how little of it was actually important, discount almost all of it, and move on to more substantial fears. Fears I can’t shake.

in the end we are all dead. The question is; how much life do we get out of the time that we have?

I am not a brave. I am terrified by having my precious time here on earth consumed by things that don’t matter, things beyond my control or things that don’t add value to my life. I am afraid that if I don’t keep my guard up I could fall back into an ordinary life, full of the drug of distraction, when there is so much that are extraordinary and easily in reach. I fear wasting my most important asset – time—and missing things like the ancient temples of Bagan, the Nomad Festival in the Himalayan Mountains of Bhutan, sunrise at Angkor Wat or any of thousands of other wonders to see. More than hardship, discomfort or injury I fear looking back with regret and realizing that I wasted my precious time on things that I am not passionate about or paralyzed into inaction by irrational worries.

Travel is my biggest passion, but I am sure you have things you are passionate about that you don’t want inconsequential things distracting you from. Yes, it is entirely possible that something terrible may happen to me while I am out here loving life, but the inescapable truth for all of us is — no matter where or how we choose to live our lives — in the end we are all dead. The question is; how much life do we get out of the precious and finite time that we have?

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Author: Jonathan Look

In 2011 Jonathan Look decided to change his life and pursue adventures instead of comfort and possessions. His goal is to travel the world solo; one country at a time, one year at a time. To accomplish this he got rid of most of his possessions, packed up what little he saw as necessities and headed out. His goal is to spend ten years discovering new places, meeting new people and taking the time to learn about them, their values and their place on this tiny planet. He embraces the philosophy that says a person is the sum of their experiences and rejects the fraud of modern consumerism that makes people into slaves of their consumption. He doesn’t intend to be modern day ascetic, just more mindful of his place in the world and to make decisions according to that new standard.

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