If I Should Die While Traveling, You Should Know…

Somehow we constantly get reminded by everyone how dangerous traveling is. Usually it’s by people who have never traveled before, but according to them it’s more dangerous to be abroad than to be home… yea ight.

But for the sake of this post, let’s just say that I believe this “I am risking my life by traveling” rant, and I become a traveler that knows how dangerous traveling is and still do it.

Then, I guess the next logical thing to do would be to write my eulogy. Why my eulogy? Well because I want everyone to know that if I should die while traveling that … well that I died. Shit happens …

But beyond those obvious points, I want everyone to know that if I should die while traveling that …

… I was only able to die because I was actually living.

… I will miss stuffing my face on cheap street food, especially Pupusas.

… I took a lot of cold showers, slept in a lot of uncomfortable beds, and lived on almost nothing, yet I loved every second of it.

… I clearly wasn’t very lucky. After all, only the lucky ones survive.

… I am finally debt free, and Sallie Mae can kiss my ass.

If I should die while traveling you should know that …

… I want to be buried with my backpack so I can continue my journey in the afterlife.

… my mother will probably wake me up from my eternal sleep, slap me and yell  “I told you that travel shit was dangerous” and then kill me a second time.

… I want to work a 9-to-5 in the afterlife to see what all the hype is about … ummm on second thought … fuck that shit.

… I dodged a bullet … the American Dream bullet that is!

If I should die while traveling you should know that …

… I won’t be leaving much possessions behind but you are welcome to take my stained shirts and super glued slippers, and divide them among yourselves.

… I won’t be paying for my own funeral. Sorry this nomad’s life keeps me broke.

… if there’s bed bugs or sand flies where I am, I am coming back.

        … and if heaven doesn’t have beaches like Jamaica, I am gonna demand a return ticket.

If I should die while traveling you should know that …

… I am gonna try to instagram a pic of me chilling in the clouds. I bet no one will have that one!

… I will be drinking beer and exchanging travel stories with Christopher McCandless, Marco Polo, and Jack Kerouac.

… I didn’t arrive at my “grave safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather [I] skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” -Hunter S. Thompson

… I will be wondering if by writing this post I jinxed myself … Oh well, guess I will have to find out.

… this post was inspired by fellow traveler, Gabby at Packslight

If you died today would you be content with your life? Or better yet, are you even alive to die in the first place?