I’m currently in transition. A little lost. Hating it. Decisions to be made. The last big adventure is neatly packaged away, sealed and shelved. I cycled 2000km of Vietnam, from Hanoi to Ho Chi Min with my 54 year old Da.
Now I’m back in my little hometown, in rural Ireland, lying on the floor, restless as ever. The next adventure is so up in the air, still just an elusive idea. I pack my bags and will emigrate to Australia come October, but what to do while there?
I know a guy that longboarded the length of it, perhaps that could be me? Or surf every beach along the coast? Live and explore the outback, bike from coast to coast, work as a shepherd on the plains…
As of yet I do not know, but I know that I will do something, because I will crack if not. Life is very short and although I am nobody special, with no particular skills or attributes, I can do anything I put my mind to. It might take me a while, I might be slow and stumble a lot but I will get there in the end.
I’m 23 years old and although millions have done more than I have in that space of time I have had such a wonderful life. I have packed a lot into those years.
I skydived for my 16th birthday, I have friends from every corner of the world, I’ve explored the nooks and crannies of my own little island, I’ve lived, worked and studied abroad, slept in a hammock on a beach in Cambodia, cycled the length of Vietnam, walked the Camino Way, surfed in the frigid waters of the Atlantic, snowboarded in the Alps, stumbled my way through triathlons, crashed a motorbike at speed, wild camped on uninhabited islands off the Irish coast, bivvied in Scotland, and I have only just begun…
I have such a fear of wasting it. Fear that one day I’ll wake up from a daze and realize I’ve gone and squandered it all, with an unticked bucket list, an unmarked map, and no stories to tell.
I urge you to get up, get outside and do absolutely anything before life passes you by. It doesn’t have to be big or epic, and it doesn’t have to cost a lot of money. It can be as little as climbing a hill, going for a dip in the sea, cycling to the next town. Just as long as you try and do something.
Don’t be an armchair adventurer… there is nothing more I despair.
About Orla O Muiri
I am a struggling freelance adventure journalist, who gets by, working shitty jobs in bars and restaurants, to scrape together the funds to hit the road once more to write and video the world outside my front door!