The only constant is change, yet why do we constantly seek the constant. A stable life: the home to nest for life, the burden of a 30 year mortgage; a lifelong partner, “the one”; lifelong friends, neglecting the opportunity to connect with others without the expectation of the future, the one career ladder which we spend our whole life climbing, a metaphorical treadmill which we never step off; the one purpose, the one calling. We often hold onto this idea of the constant long after we ought to have simply let go. We struggle to free ourselves from the past and attempt to control our future.

When I tell others of my passions, my aspirations and dreams to travel, see and experience the world, be itinerant, homeless, possess nothing but treasure the immaterial, thoughts, reflections, emotions, connections, relationships, moments, and beauty, I am described as brave, out of my mind crazy, a little dangerous, and a rebel.

 To rebel – to defy or resist an established authority, government or tradition. 

But who is the true rebel, me who is simply living out my own dreams, or those who rebel against their own dreams and desires.

Perhaps tradition complicates this. We spend our whole lives seeking what tradition imposes on us, a white collar, suburbian life, with the perfect home and well-behaved children, without the realisation that life has many possibilities, more than the number of stars in the sky. We are all unique with different dreams, round pegs that don’t quite fit in square holes. Perhaps this is the reason we often don’t feel as though we have enough time. We spend our whole lives chasing dreams that are not our own.

I don’t mind being labelled a rebel, because I resist the social norm, I risk foolishness and failure in my courage to dream and live. I would rather rebel this than rebel myself, who I truly am.

I embrace change. And even if I don’t change the world, I can change my own.

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? We make tools for these kinds of people. While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do – Steve Jobs

And this thought, leads me to begin my nomadic life on the 24th July 2014, the day which marks the end of the first 25 years of my life, and the beginning of my dreams come alive.