Becoming a Modern Nomad

I am a restless soul. Every moment of every day of my life must count for something, mean something, or I get very restless. I need to be where I am needed most; where I am nourished most. It’s a great big world out there. Why settle in one spot, decay and rot, in the name of putting down roots? We’re not trees. Humans have legs that are made for walking.

It took me many, many years to accept my nomadic self. The excuse to move has always been for work experience, a career move, more affordable cost of living. The truth is, my feet itch, my spirit yearns for renewal of Self, of fresh eyes, new perspectives, greater awareness, expanded possibilities. The traditional: own a home, have a family, get the latest devices everyone else has, while ‘nice’, has never been a motivation for me. In fact, once I acquire a certain amount of material possessions, there is a point at which it feels so burdensome, I need to get rid of it entirely. This is true to some degree of places I live, and even people (if they are stagnant in their own lives).

I used to be hard on myself about this. Like, it’s wrong. Like, I should be settled and own a home at my age. I should stick with my job because who’s going to give me another when fresh blood is so bountiful? But, this is my life, and I’m going to do it my way, and the consequences may not actually be so bad from my point of view. To some, the worst thing in the world may be to have nothing. But imagine the freedom!

The tribal way was nomadic. If a place no longer served, the community got up and shifted elsewhere. At a time when there were no borders, where instincts and intuition were followed, when shamans led and the people trusted, this is the innate natural behaviour of the human being on earth. Modern society is so fixated on ownership, on insurance, on legal boundaries – all oppressive fear-inducing tactics – resulting in depression, stuckness, and suicide (of spirit, if not body). For me, this kind of life is something I no longer accept.

It wasn’t until I fully accepted the possibility that I could become homeless, penniless, jobless and wind up with nothing – that I could begin to let go of all my possessions to free myself entirely of their responsibility, so I could be true to the wandering spirit that I am and live as a modern nomad. It is getting to a place of Fearlessness of the Unknown.

As I shed the excess baggage I’ve accumulated, I remain open to any and all possibilities that come my way. Open to learning, being, becoming, evolving.

Is there any other way to live? For me, this is the best way to live!

Becoming a Modern Nomad © March 16, 2011 | Annie Zalezsak

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2 thoughts on “Becoming a Modern Nomad

  1. Daphne 16 March 2011 / 5:26 pm

    Hi Annie,

    Reminds me of something my daughter wrote awhile ago.
    Here it is:-

    Break Free by Cat Whitehouse
    Posted on October 25, 2010

    Break Free

    Tired of running in circles – it’s time to break free.

    Why is it we often make the same mistake over and over, each time vowing to ourselves that it won’t happen again? Isn’t it because it’s actually easier for us to follow this same familiar path (however unproductive or destructive it may be) than to put in the effort to break those habits and change?

    Though we may hate to admit it, it is usually simply a matter of our own laziness and lack of determination which sees us running in circles for most of our lives. When we live like this, I’ve always felt our lives become so small, so closed off from anything new, anything… better. We become a smaller version of ourselves, we lose our potential… possibilities narrowed because we do not make the effort to break free from these habits, to learn from these mistakes and grow and make our worlds a little bigger each time in doing so. Instead we choose to live in a fishbowl, trapped inside the little comfortable routines we’ve made for ourselves, looking through the glass at the wider world and everything we could be and yet resigning ourselves to our current lot.

    It’s not always easy – sometimes I’m tired, I’m depressed, I can’t see where my life is going… but often as not, these are just excuses I make to myself when I’m feeling too lazy, when I simply can’t be bothered, to do what I should be doing. We are all, each and every one of us, making excuses to ourselves such as these… justifying our lives spent in the fishbowl.

    But because I want more than that, I deserve more than that, am capable of more than that (and aren’t we all?), I will strive to break free from these habits. If I make a mistake, I will learn from it and move on – I won’t continue making the same mistake 100 times over, banging my head against a brick wall. If I can see that a habit, or some other aspect of my life, needs to change – I will change it. No excuses. Even if it involves forcing myself in the beginning (and it usually does), I will soldier on, knowing that in time things will get easier. An old habit replaced by a new one. One that I consciously chose and control, rather than my habits controlling me. It may be a two-step-forward, one-step-back process – I’m not saying I’ll get it right straight off the bat. And I’m not saying I will punish myself, beat myself up over it if I don’t. I know I’ll slip up. I’ll struggle. I’ll falter. That’s an inevitable part of being human. When that happens, I’ll have enough self-love and self-discipline to get back up and carry on… for though I am human, I am not “only”. I hate when people give the excuse – “I’m only human.” Another justification for their life in the fishbowl, for the choices they make but are too ashamed to admit responsibility for. Yes, you are human, but “only”? Why not be a magnificent, beautiful, exceptional example of humanity?

    It’ll be a learning curve, and each step of the way there will be new mistakes to be made and lessons to be learned. Envisage it like this: the fishbowl is the center of a spiral. Whenever I break my bad habits, learn from my mistakes, strive to do my best… I start to spiral outwards, my world getting bigger and bigger. In each layer of the spiral, new mistakes will be made and as I learn from each one, I continue spiralling outwards, expanding my life. This is a never-ending process – if anything, the bigger the spiral, the more mistakes I’ll make, the more I’ll learn…

    “Making mistakes simply means you are learning faster”
    Weston H. Agor

    “The man who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything”
    William Connor Magee

    I will look within (and above) to find the courage, determination and will-power I need…

    I’m not saying this is the right way to live for everyone. I can only speak for myself. But this is my philosophy, how I choose to view and live my life, what I believe is best for me.

    Besides, whoever heard of a Cat living in a fishbowl anyway???! 😉

    ©Cat Whitehouse 2010

    • Annie Zed 16 March 2011 / 10:11 pm

      Well said. Well admitted. I appreciate the spiral metaphor (I have a thing for spirals and will write about that at some point!). Cat in the fishbowl is clever, too. It’s easy to get caught up in the trap. But once we break free of the mind set, how a life can expand. Thank you for sharing!

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