Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.
What would happen if, once back home, I stayed open to possibilities rather than attach to specific outcomes? What if I dreaded no potential storms? Ruminated over no past transgression? I knew how. For decades the reflex kicked in with each plane ride. The more I pondered these questions _ How could I cultivate the habit of taking life as it comes? How can I immerse myself in living, like I__ on vacation on all the time, without boarding a plane or crossing a border? _ the more I recognized the arbitrariness of the dichotomy between life and travel.
Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
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What would happen if, once back home, I stayed open to possibilities rather than attach to specific outcomes? What if I dreaded no potential storms? Ruminated over no past transgression? I knew how. For decades the reflex kicked in with each plane ride. The more I pondered these questions _ How could I cultivate the habit of taking life as it comes? How can I immerse myself in living, like I__ on vacation on all the time, without boarding a plane or crossing a border? _ the more I recognized the arbitrariness of the dichotomy between life and travel.
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