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It was a great day to be alive. One Sunday, doing my usual walk through the cold but beautiful Copenhagen lakes, I was wondering about how unusual it was to be living in such a privileged city. Growing up in Peru, I had travelled around all South America several times. At the age of 16, I moved to the US in the search for better opportunities and life changes. During my time in America, I was lucky enough to travel to more than twenty states. Although I was very lucky, I never felt satisfied with those new experiences and life long memories until that Sunday. I was finally happy. That Sunday evening, my day had started the same way it normally did; eating a greasy hot dog from a food truck next to my rented room in a smelly apartment, feeling pretty hangover and freezing my ears from the chilly weather in summer. Have you ever been looking for that ‘something’ and one day you realize it has been in front of you the whole time? After so many years of solitude, I thought my feelings of emptiness had taken over my soul and had numb my emotions. I was incapable of feeling cheerful or sad. I was always living through someone’s eyes instead of living my own life. On that Sunday evening I saw the beauty and the peace of my surroundings and my whole life in general. I was contempt seated on a bench while thousands of bikes cycled around me and the trees blushed my hair through my neck. The day was not one of those typical shiny days of summer we always picture in our minds. It was dark, foggy and quite frankly, it was not the best day to go out on a walk. But there it was, the calmness I had always been searching for. After that Sunday, I had none but grateful feelings towards my life experiences and relationships. I was able to reflect on my abilities and use them to better not only my grey days, but the people I cared about too. Today is Sunday again, and I am sitting on a bench in Peru. Remembering the beauty of simplicity and the luck I have to exist. Today, is a great day to be alive too.