I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m sharing my last moments in Africa, with my Rafiki (Toyota Hilux).
And by posting with delays (for safety reasons), it breaks my heart a second time. Because in real time, I have already left Africa weeks ago. By sharing these moments with you all now, I can feel each emotion, comfortably settled in my heart.
But why do I leave Africa then? For many reasons I will detail later. The main 2 are 1/ I needed a break from Africa (exceptional but intense) and 2/ I need to work again (last job based in the UK).
But to be honest, I’ve got no idea about what I’m doing now. It looks like I’m on my way back to Europe. While most travelers have a plan: they have a beginning, goals, a good looking route, a neat itinerary with highlights, a deadline, and a final destination: Home (usually), I don’t have any of these.
And when they reach Home, they’re happy to spend time with family and friends, and the routine eats them again, with memorable photos stick on the wall.
I don’t want this. The route I drove since I left France is messy, an absolute mess, plus it doesn’t make any sense. But why? Because my heart felt so. This is part of freedom; of this ‘nothing to justify to anyone’.
And now, this part of leaving Africa is also a messy situation, and a risky one (financially).
But the truth is: there is NO perfect route, or perfect situation, there is NO good looking adventures, nonstop beauty or travel fairy tales, there is NO rules for freedom and passion.
Because at the end, it will always be between you and…YOURSELF. So let’s run in circles, fail, be scared, feel misunderstood, lonely, weird, be messy and left apart, doubt, re-do it all over again, give up, DREAM AGAIN, BE PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE.
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