“We’ve got to get out of here,” my buddy said over the phone twenty years ago. He was at a law firm and I was at a consulting firm and we were both up to our necks in long hours and stress. Then he floated out the idea.
Let’s quit our jobs and travel around the world for a year.
“Even if we are unsure if we’ll go, let’s at least plan it out. If nothing else, it’s a great diversion and you never know.” he said. With that, the planning began.
We found there was an Around the World airline ticket. At that time, I think it cost a few thousand bucks. What a deal. It was good for one year, you had to stay in the same hemisphere (north or south) and could only continue the journey in one direction (east or west). My job was to get us from Los Angeles to Africa. He would take over from there.
I researched destinations online and through travel books from Barnes and Noble. Our trip had us relaxing in volcanic hot springs in Costa Rica, walking among the moai statues on Easter Island and finding Darwin on the Galapagos Island. A walkabout in Australia sounded interesting, but reading about New Zealand made it an even more preferred outdoor destination. I found a boat ride down Vietnam’s Mekong river that led to a truck ride to Cambodia’s Angkor Wat ruins. The ride between the two seemed to be in the back of a chicken truck. Perfect. The hill tribes in Chiang Mai, Thailand were waiting for us before searching for spirituality in Nepal and Mother Teresa’s inspiration in Calcutta, India. The final excursion before handing it off was an African safari to experience the Great Migration across the Serengeti. What a fitting end to be a part of a migration within our own migration. My imagination lived between the maps and pages of these travel books. It was a beautiful escape.
Then life happened. He left his firm to start his private practice and I took a big step forward with a promotion at work. We never made the decision to leave it all behind to see the world. If I could relive a year, I’d pick that one and instead of only planning, I’d hop on a plane and go. I don’t have any regrets, the virtual journey opened our minds to adventure’s possibilities and ultimately, life turned out just fine. Next time we’ll pull the trigger when the opportunity arises in the next life. What a ride that would be.
The Talking Heads released Road to Nowhere in 1985. It had an upbeat sound about optimism in the face of challenging times.
“Road To Nowhere,” a deceptively upbeat pop-rock tune about facing a dire future with optimism. “I wanted to write a song that presented a resigned, even joyful look at doom,” Talking Heads singer David Byrne recalled.
Byrne told Q magazine in 1992 how the chorus came first and the rest of the song fell together: “It was just the four lines of what became the chorus that started the whole thing:
We’re on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin’ that ride to nowhere
We’ll take that rideThat pretty much laid out the whole song. It’s this little ditty about how there’s no order and no plan and no scheme to life and death and it doesn’t mean anything, but it’s all right.”
– SongFacts
When my friend suggested the trip around the world, I could tell we both were on that road to nowhere, minus the upbeat tempo and optimism. What we did not realize at the time is road to nowhere stretches are short legs on a much longer journey. We just have to endure, keep looking forward and continue moving. A change in jobs, a move to a different city, a new relationship, a sabbatical to decompress. Each has life changing potential. You just never know. Life is one big migration. It’s our choice to step inside the map, pick the next stop and jump on that plane. It’s a chance worth taking.
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Well, we know where we're going But we don't know where we've been And we know what we're knowing But we can't say what we've seen And we're not little children And we know what we want And the future is certain Give us time to work it out Yeah We're on a road to nowhere Come on inside Taking that ride to nowhere We'll take that ride I'm feeling okay this morning And you know We're on the road to paradise Here we go, here we go We're on a ride to nowhere Come on inside Taking that ride to nowhere We'll take that ride Maybe you wonder where you are I don't care Here is where time is on our side Take you there, take you there We're on a road to nowhere We're on a road to nowhere We're on a road to nowhere There's a city in my mind Come along and take that ride And it's all right, baby, it's all right And it's very far away But it's growing day by day And it's all right, baby, it's all right Would you like to come along You can help me sing the song And it's all right, baby, it's all right They can tell you what to do But they'll make a fool of you And it's all right, baby, it's all right There's a city in my mind Come along and take that ride And it's all right, baby, it's all right And it's very far away But it's growing day by day And it's all right, baby, it's all right Would you like to come along You can help me sing the song And it's all right, baby, it's all right They can tell you what to do But they'll make a fool of you And it's all right, baby, it's all right We're on a road to nowhere We're on a road to nowhere We're on a road to nowhere We're on a road to nowhere
what a great plan! perhaps one day!
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I used to have this boyfriend in my twenties who was a really good artist. He was a chemist for his day job. He had managed to pay off his student loan debt in record time and he always did the “right” things. Eventually he bought a three bedroom house, even though he lived in it alone. But sometimes, when he was a little tipsy, he would talk about his dream to move to Norway. He had a cousin or some similar type of relative who had moved there and was some sort of creative type. My boyfriend wanted to explore being an artist in Norway. I listened to that dream so many times. But what he ended up doing was walking the straight and narrow. I looked him up a while ago and he was doing big things as a chemist. He went on to get his masters and he manages his own lab now. He looks like he has really been beaten down by life, but he seems successful. I wonder if he is happy though? I wonder what his life would have been if he moved to Norway and took that huge risk on his art. It kind of makes me sad he never did. He told me about once when he was drawing in his room and his father came in and told him that he was basically wasting his time. That single seed made him doubt himself. So he did what was expected of him.
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That’s tough. The decision between pursuing dreams and the straight and narrow. There is sacrifice on both ends. The challenge is not knowing the outcome of the path not chosen. That can be difficult in the aftermath of the decision. My hope is that your friend still connects with art somehow, someway still weaving it into his life. This way, he has a bit of a compromise, not giving it up completely. Or, through his success as a chemist, he is later able to pursue art in his “second career”. Maybe this way, it doesn’t have to be either or. I don’t presume I have the answers, I don’t. I’m going through this process myself. Just a few thoughts on my end.
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Thank you for sharing your thoughts. You are right, it doesn’t necessarily have to be an either or situation. Hopefully he found some balance that allowed him to keep making art. I guess it just gets me to thinking about how precious and unpredictable life is and the regrets I have in my own life. I surely don’t have the answers either. I’m always looking for them though. Maybe they are just my own answers though. Everyone has a different life, different dreams, and different needs.
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Thank you for your comments. They resonated with me when I read them and gave me something to think about. Much appreciated.
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Great song!
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Wow, what a trip that would’ve been. I recently had a conversation with a shopkeeper about Angkor Wat. She had named her store “Apsara” because of the carvings there. She really made me want to see it!
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It’s been on my list for a long time. Hope you get to check that one off your list!
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Aw, for a moment there I thought y’all went on your trip. That would have been awesome! It’s not too late, the world still awaits.
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You’re right! Maybe one day!
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that woulda been an epic trip, hope you get to do that someday soon
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This would have been the trip of a lifetime. Even though we didn’t go, we had fun planning it. Angkor Watt and the great migration would have been amazing.
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