I've Become One with the Ones That I've Never Believed In
ANY SIMILARITY TO REAL LIFE IS JUST AN ACCIDENT. BUT IT MIGHT BE YOUR STORY. OR MIGHT BE MINE.
"Where are you heading to?"
The man next to me asked. I didn’t realize I was sitting next to a foreign man or even to someone in general as I was busy messaging my family telling them that I swiftly passed through the immigration and that I was fine. I looked at him interrupted.
He looks like an American in his mid-50s, wearing nicely fitted clothing, with supple fabric and low sheen. By the way, he looks, I can tell that he is well-off and with a ring on his left ring finger, definitely, he is a married guy. He is wearing confidence and certainty in his appearance which is a bit intimidating. I wonder what he is doing in this area when he is supposed to be waiting in a nice lounge.
"To Reykjavik", I hardly pronounced as I continued to look at my phone, this time pretending that I was busy doing an important thing, anxious that he would ask me why. I was trying to figure out how and when it all started. I used to be very shy when I was young.
But in my 20s, I’ve learned to somehow open up and love being with people. But now that I’m in my 30s, I realize I am not shy anymore but talking with people is no longer something that excites me. I wanted to be alone. Alone is fun.
I don’t know what to tell the stranger if he asks me why I’m going to Reykjavik alone. As cliché as it may seem, I wanted to go there to find my lost self. To find my true purpose on why I am on earth. To find meaning in what I do.
I was watching a show on Netflix where a guy left the work that he’s been doing for more than nine years to do what he really wanted to do. He risked everything just so he could do that one thing he really wanted.
Now, here I am. Trying to find my purpose, trying to find something that I really want to do. Because as crazy as it may seem, I don’t like what I am doing and I have no idea what I want to do with my life. It’s pathetic. I envy those people who do what they love to do.
"Will you go there alone? Why will you go there?"
He fired the horrifying questions. I tried to give him the nicest smile that I could give and answered, "Oh yes! It’s just me, myself and I. I’ve heard it’s a beautiful place so I wanted to see myself."
I didn’t lie. I really wanted to see the place. I just didn’t tell the whole story. Why would I? It’s none of his business.
I asked to stop him from asking me another question but a mistake on my part as he might have felt comfortable asking me more questions.
"I travel for business. He answered. I attended a meeting for our Manila headquarters and now I am flying to Reykjavik to attend to some concerns in our office there."
Shoot! He is going to fly in the same plane as I would! I can only hope that he will not be sitting next to me. As soon as I realized that, the boarding gate opened and we were called to board the plane. It’s 10 in the evening and I am planning to have a good night’s sleep on the plane.
"See ya! It was nice meeting you!" I told him as I hurriedly picked up my carry-on luggage to queue.
"Nice meeting you!" He responded.
There are a few passengers in the flight which gives me comfort. Less people, more fun. I was already sitting comfortably in the window seat looking at the lights outside when someone said excuse me. It was the stewardess.
"Ma’am, I am happy to tell you that you’ve been upgraded to business class. You can follow me now and I will lead you to your seat."
"Oh wow! Awesome!" That’s all I could tell her.
I followed her and she stopped where the foreign stranger was. What are the odds that I will be sitting next to him right now?!
“Oh, hi!" I responded then headed straight to my seat.
As soon as the plane takes off, I put on my headphones and sing along in my head with Jon Foreman’s The Cure for Pain:
"I’m not sure why it always goes downhill
Why broken cisterns never could stay filled
I’ve spent ten years singing Gravity away
But the water keeps on falling from the sky
And here tonight while the stars are blacking out
With every hope and dream, I’ve ever had in doubt
I’ve spent ten years trying to sing these doubts away
But the water keeps on falling from my eyes.."
I don’t know how many songs or movies I could finish on this 18-hour flight, but even as I close my eyes, I’m already thinking of how pathetic I am not to know what I want to do and how cowardly I am to stay in my comfort zone doing the familiar but not what I am passionate about. I want to do something that would take me higher and so alive.
The man next to me leaned forward to get my attention as if trying to say something. I removed my headphones, and he started telling me a story.
“When I was your age, I also went on a trip alone to find myself. I was thinking, I’m already old and yet I still don’t know where I’m heading, what I am called to do. It was frustrating.
People my age seemed to be happy and enjoying what they were doing. They were certain that they would do it for as long as they lived. That’s how certain they were. But there I was, uncertain of many things – the future, myself, my purpose, my calling, my life.
But I didn’t find what I was looking for on my trip. It was after several years that I found the answer. I realized I just got to love what I am doing and happiness will follow. I am called to do what I do because I choose to believe it. I chose to own it, live it, and love it.”
"Easy for you to do but I am not like you. Just because something is easy for you to accept doesn’t mean it’s gonna happen to me as well." I replied to him in my head. How in the world did he know what was in my head.
"Oh, good for you! So what do you do?" I asked.
"I am the CEO of the largest marijuana company in the world." I froze.
"Just kidding. You look so serious. Life is so short you should learn to laugh and take life easy sometimes."
"Haha!" You got me.” I told him.
"Well, I am the CEO of Volkswagen. It was good to visit the Philippines once in a while. If not for the traffic and pollution, I could have lived here with my family. But I have other priorities too, and my family has their lives in the US. You are blessed to live in a beautiful country like the Philippines."
"Oh yeah, I am," is all I could say.
The seat belt sign is off and I went to the toilet to pee. I have been holding it for a while now and it’s also good to stand from time to time.
"You seem very quiet. He told me as soon as I returned. You seem to be carrying so much burden in your heart. Take it easy, my friend. Life is beautiful. You got to take your eyes off of you. Let go of the past pain. Let go of it all."
"Are you a prophet or something, freak! Why the heck are you saying that to me? You don’t know me!" I was shouting in my head.
I just looked at him and smiled. I didn’t say anything. I am too tired to have this conversation and I don’t want a stranger lecturing me in the middle of nowhere.
But this stranger is right in many ways and he got me thinking.
I shake my head. I usually do this when I am overthinking and plotting evil in my head. It’s like I’m trying to stop myself from all the insanity.
It’s dark and it’s late at night on this side of the world, but as I open my eyes at the sound of my roommate’s alarm, I realize I am in this cramped and scorching room, and today, I am flying to the cold Reykjavik.