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I felt weightless as if 99 red balloons were lifting me up into the vast blue sky. That was the exact feeling I felt when I took off my first steps from my hometown, Bhaktapur to somewhere unknown destination Poonhill, Myagdi , many miles away from my comfort zone. I had metathesiophobia which is the fear of change. It is a persistent, unrealistic, intense anxiety about and fear of new or different situations, circumstances or objects. Being afraid of change, I was so obsessed with everything that I had. And there was my dad, adventure junkie, who was never afraid of change and always embraced the unknown. He used to share with me all his travel journeys and the feeling of stepping into unknown and conquering own fear. His eyes gleamed and a demure smile enlighten his face whenever he talked about his venture adventure. I used to listen to him so enthusiastically sitting right beside that traditional fabric sofa and visualize my own virtual world with me in it. "It is in the unknown where all the magic lies" he told me once and it still reverberate whenever I think of him. But in the middle of his journey, he took a leap into unknown, leaving me behind, fighting colorectal cancer until his last breath. Even in such pain and agony, he never showed his weak point and relentlessly fight for us. I remember whenever I was terrified to explore unknown, he used to say " Everything known now was once unknown." Just recalling his words gave me immense power to muster up the courage to unveil the unknown. One chilly night, as I was wandering in the city of Pokhara, I spotted a homeless person in gray t-shirt and baggy pant, right beside a crowded club, sobbing. And I wonder How unfair life is? Then, I recalled the moment when I was in the middle of dilemma whether to choose my daily comfort of living my life in usual norms and terms or to take a leap into the unknown city and unknown people and conquer my fear. Now, I am overwhelmed that I took that giant leap over my comfort as that has made all the difference from being a cocoon in nest to an eagle who fly across the sun. I grew up. I was walking across the lush forest in Ghorepani, on the way to Poonhill and I realized that I embark on bold adventure just like my dad. Against all odds of those disbelief and dreads that my mind was contemplating, I found my way in the unknown. I wonder how words of one person assuaged my qualms. My dad once told me to never be afraid to lurk in darkness as stars will guide your way and that's where a beautiful mystery reveal. Fly like an eagle and don't hesitate to test your wings in the vastness of the sky. He was my muse, he is and always will be. When I was in the view tower of Poonhill at 3210m height, surrounded by bunch of snowcapped mountains, there were some local guides and tourists taking pictures and pointing which mountain was Annapurna mountain and Fishtail mountain and so on. While I glanced a look back to the way and everything looked so tiny from up there that I can squish everything in between my thumb and index finger. The warm sunrise from up there relinquished all of my fears and made me believe that change is beautiful. There was the time when the road was bumpy, situation was unpleasant, got dirt, slipped but that has just made the journey more beautiful and the story more interesting to share with my grandkids when I'll be old and gray. After that one unknown destination, one courageous change and inspiring words of one person, I watched with glittering eyes the world around me because I knew that the great secrets were hidden in the most unlikely places. Now I no longer watch the world around me from that same small window of my bedroom, I just leap abundantly, follow the unknown and embrace the words of my dad as that has made all the difference.