I want to be free

For the last couple of years, in the midst of my college angst, as I raged against the futility of formal education, I talked to myself and my friends about how great life could be if I only mustered the courage to drop my meaningless worries over exams and papers to travel the world and really see, really experience, what it means to be alive..to live..free from a robotic, uninspiring life (sorry for the long run-on). From my time traveling alone in Australia, meeting people all over the world from random countries, I realized the backpackers are doing exactly what Ive been imagining. No more than 25, these vagabonds left their homes in search for knowledge..directly through human and cultural interaction. Their lives are different every single day because they don't live with a rigid plan. They don't worry about the social stigmas placed on low-earning careers. They literally travel with the wind, living frugally and working to get by..to live without the unnecessary. Yet, they are so perfectly content and happy..beyond the typical white collared man chained to his company and the typical blue-collared man chained to his hope for more luxury. I've been given a rare opportunity to taste the wonders of such a lifestyle..and I simply cannot let it end.