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Dealing with the Burdens of Traveling

Posted on July 10 2016

Dealing with the Burdens of Traveling
People ask me all the time:” Hey Marvin how do you fly so much? How can you stand sitting in a seat for 8 hours straight, the moving, the time differences, don’t they wear you down.” And all I can answer back is that I love this life. I literally live for this shit. All the above mentioned hassles of traveling are just part of the whole journey. I embrace them really. You can’t have the good without the bad.
You can’t fly 5,000 miles across the ocean, passing through 2 different time zones and expect not to be a little exhausted afterwards. And if you fly frequently enough you might even get used to it (just kidding, you won’t, but you think you will and that’s what will keep you going).


I’m going through jet lag right now as I’m typing this. I’m in Germany where its 3:28AM while back home it’s just about to be 9:30PM. Can’t sleep at 3 o’ clock in the morning? Write a blog, go for a run, read a book. You make the best out of any situation because that’s what life is all about, it’s part of the journey, it’s a layover; a short break before you continue your journey. Now I might be jet lagged and tomorrow I will go backpacking through the woods. And that experience right there will make it all worth it.


In two days I will be getting on another flight back to Miami with a 4 hour layover in Paris. In total I only spent 4 days in Europe. Most people look at this and think that I’m crazy. But you know what, I wouldn’t want it any other way. That’s the reaction I want to hear from people when I tell them about me. “Wow, that’s intense”. “You’re crazy”. “I wouldn’t be able to do that”. That’s the reaction I’m looking for. When people tell you things like “Oh okay cool”, “nice”, “not bad”. That’s when you know your shit is broken.
Something that you love doing shouldn’t have the response of “not bad”. What type of bullshit is that? This is your life you’re talking about.


If there’s something I’m doing with my life I don’t want it to be “not bad”. I want it to be fucking phenomenal, spectacular and memorable. Because nothing else is adequate.


And if that means that I have to spend 9 hours on a plane or 3 hours at a connecting city, then so fucking be it.




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