Today, yesterday or tomorrow (depends on the geographic point where you look), is six months since I started this journey. By the fact that New Zealand is one of the countries that is more East the planet, is the first that begins a new day. And if you travel from place farther west in the world (Chile), you travel 16 hours to the future, jumping a day.
The first thing that I think, when I reflect about these months, is that they have been like a sigh. I don’t know if is because here everything are counted in weeks or because six months is nothing. The only thing is I want to stop thinking about the time. I think that is a bad man’s invention.
You’re always planning the future. From the smallest things to long-term projects. But few times we stop simply to enjoy the present. “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans”, like said that famous dead.
Although I could not stop thinking about the time, If I have to realize I’m living. I managed to realize what this magical moment and convince me once again that there are no coincidences (is just another invention of man to explain what you can not see). I have seen how some of my friends have (or are soon) to take different paths and distant, yet very close to mine. It really has been a key support and company on this trip.
I’ve missed deeply and very painful to my people. My family and close. But it also allowed me to see that despite all the pains, needs and longings, I’ve not fallen and I will not fall. Being away from home is extremely difficult, but it shows that you are capable of things that you thought impossible and sorpendes you of how strong you are.
In these months I have seen as I have overtaxed my body, mind and spirit, and proudly I was surprised to have fallen short of expectations. Even in those moments where everything is black and you start to question everything. Stay calm and still. It is in those moments where you see the consistency between what you think and what you do. And that reassures.
This trip, but to be full of landscapes, people and experiences, has been full of feelings. I remember one night while I was smoking a cigarette outside my room and began to rain (no more than three minutes). After that, I started listening to the wind, the drops that fell from the trees and the creaking of the environment. Then I realized thatI had never heard the sound or had watched quietly landscapes here. I realized that this was the first moment of pure tranquility I had since I left Chile. If one day I have a child, teach him to listen to nature, to be aware of the wind, the noise.
By telling this to a friend, he said: “You said goodbye to everyone and everything. And today, you are far, only and alone, with nothing but your strength, breathing, watching, walking, riding a bike or new streets, new rain, and the taste of what comes after it burned: exactly where and how you want to be now. “
Everybody tell you that a trip is a great experience and makes you grow. Generally if there was some teaching, see at the end. Maybe, but I have not yet able to see this in perspective. The only thing is, and here’s something I learned, thanks to circumstances that come (knowing nothing of the language, alone and with money for a couple of months), is that now I can go anywhere in the world and not die trying.
When I came to New Zealand, the world I steal myself one day. (June 14, 2012). In return I would ask for more time. Precisely to stop thinking about it.