I a world of platitudes that makes possible instant gratification it is easier than ever to become dissatisfied with our current lives.
Travelling to Australia was a learning experience and a big adventure by itself but I didn't grasp just how much it would make me redefine and question the foundations of my own being.
There are things you take for granted are shared by the world that turn out to be simple regional customs. It is also a bizarre experience seeing the interpretation of your culture and cuisine outside your domain and how much those ideas are set no matter how you feel about them.
A Mexican burrito, 🌯 something so simple that even my phone emoji represents wrong.
But besides being challenged on my understanding of the dishes I grew up with with people that travelled and read books about it, the journey into myself became one of time, of coming of age.
I started to lean towards ideas I wouldn't think of before. I would be faced with old lessons anew, lessons I overlooked for being so simple or that I just never really understood them until now. I left Mexico being a very dependent person. Always pleasing my parents. Never traveled on my own or moved out.
Life rarely is what you are planning, especially when you are at the merci of some many factors outside of your own volition. I have learned to accept and just move one day at the time. I am grateful for the changes I have been through and the experiences I have made along the way.