My mind wandered to one of my brother’s dreams. He wanted to see the world and enjoy new experiences. To pay homage to his life, I grabbed a map and began planning my journey into the unknown, selecting places I knew he wanted to see.
BUENOS AIRES, Argentina — For weeks after my brother committed suicide I went into shock, unable to process what happened. My heart broke as I struggled to get out of bed in the morning. The grief soon transformed into guilt and an endless stream of questions ran through my mind – questions I would never get the answers to. When the time came to sort through his belongings, it felt as though we were erasing every trace of him.
My mind wandered to one of my brother’s dreams. He wanted to see the world and enjoy new experiences. To pay homage to his life, I grabbed a map and began planning my journey into the unknown, selecting places I knew he wanted to see. Since my adventure began, I have traveled to 20 countries with just a backpack. His presence lingers everywhere I go and reminds me, life is short: let go of expectations and focus on the moment in front of you.
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On my first long trip, I toured Europe for a month. Every day felt exciting and unplanned. I fell in love with traveling and soon selected my next destination: Australia. The day I left Argentina, my friend wrapped me in a warm embrace and held me tight. “I hope you find what you’re looking for,” she said. I held her words close to my heart, thinking about what I truly wanted from life. The tears streamed down my cheeks as I felt my emotions fully.
Looking around, I said goodbye to my surroundings and a motivation surged inside. I let go of my old job in favor of one that granted me the freedom to move from place to place. Nothing would stop me. As time passed, those inner wounds healed, and I began to see life through a softer lens.
As I visited the shops and interacted with the people in places like Sydney, Malaga, and Puerto Escondido, a new freedom set in. The beautiful colors and the rich cultures gave me moments to reflect and mature. Some days felt harder and more lonesome than others, but every time I visited a new place, I thought about how it made me feel and what it meant to me.
In the process, I learned so much about myself. I discovered my hidden fears, sorted out my pain and my prejudices, and discovered my inner strengths.
Ten years after my brother’s death, one lesson stands out above all others. I must allow myself to have bad days. Not every day can be amazing. Learning to accept that went a long way to relieve the pressure I felt. As people, we can be so hard on ourselves. Sometimes, the simple solution is to give yourself a break.
Eventually, I wrote a book about my experiences called A journey from mud to laughter. Writing felt therapeutic. It allowed me to navigate my grief and sadness, and it became my travel companion. Indulging in moments of pain allowed me the space necessary to mess up and heal.
Solo travel gave me the opportunity to find a new version of myself I never knew existed. Every day, as I traversed foreign lands, I felt myself navigating a learning curve. I soon understood the goal of life is the journey itself. The challenges we meet along the way forge and shape us.
Today, I embrace my new self – someone who is eager to experience the world, but can still be afraid of change and uncertainty. Despite these challenges, I move forward. I let go of what is out of my control. The things I saw, the people I met, and the experiences I lived helped me immensely. I feel my brother’s energy in everything I do, and I’m so grateful for that.