The Plane Ticket

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There are some things in life that bring nothing but pure joy. It can sweep over you like a ferocious hurricane, releasing endorphins and adrenaline all at once. Your heart starts to race and your palms get a little clammy even despite the ridiculous grin on your face. For some people, this joy comes in the form of true love, a career, a hobby or even a pet but for me it simply comes in the form of an airplane ticket.

Of course this wasn’t always the case. When I left Kuala Lumpur for my tertiary education, I loathed the journey and every chance I got; I hopped on a flight and returned home. I must have wasted several airplane tickets returning home when I could have easily cashed those in to see far and distant lands. How can I regret it though? I was naive and clearly distracted by the novelties of young adult life.

My universal travelling only began later in my 20’s. In fact, one year I visited 11 cities across four continents. It was by far the most epic year of my life. The trips were each random in its own way and occurred naturally one after the other. Don’t ask me where I got the money from, it always just seemed to fall into place.

I thoroughly enjoyed travelling despite never being fully comfortable on an airplane. It seemed like a small price to pay, after all, the ingenious aeroplane transported me to destinations I only got to witness on the travel channel as a child.

Egypt has to be by far the most exotic location I’ve arrived at. I remember vividly descending from the clouds to a land masked in sand. It was a sight to behold, one that I will always treasure.

Travelling has opened my eyes to the kindness of the human spirit. I flitted from city to city and despite the heavy traffic or constant bustle of a cosmopolitan state, an act of generosity or kindness was not as rare as you would imagine it to be.

Some locals pointed me the right direction while others offered the pleasure of their company at a beachside cafe. Whatever the random act was, I never forgot it. I would catch myself going back to the memory of this person years later, wondering how far in life he or she had come in the present day.

The opportunities and adventure of a plane ticket seemed endless to me. Imagine the beauty I could witness or the conversations I could exchange and a surge of excitement would shoot through my veins.

Indeed not all travel experiences were good, in fact, I’ve had my fair share of ill fated trips. The kind where everything that could possible go wrong, does and then some. Those trips were stamped much clearer in my mind and I quickly remind myself never to revisit. But it is a personal philosophy of mine to “Never say never” so one day I must return for even the most ill fated of destinations have the possibility of redemption.

Sometimes the wait of the travel is just as exciting as the journey itself. I raid website after website, imagining the possibilities of a foreign land. I Google the food and dog tail the sights in my travel guide. And then I wait. Each tedious work activity is lightened by the burden that soon enough, none of this will matter, even if for only a couple of days.

I sometimes book my plane tickets almost 6 months in advance and even though my holiday is only creeping closer at snail’s pace, I smile each day, knowing that life has its purpose once more.

Couple years on now, I know that booking a pair of plane tickets is the only way to get myself out of a funk. It unleashes a vigour of youth and puts a spring back into my step.

They say as you get older, you also gain a little perspective. If a simple plane ticket could be this joyous of an occasion in my life, why haven’t I bothered to push the envelope?

I suppose now is as good a time as any.

I’m going to buy a one way plane ticket.