Everything is fashioned for other people’s eyes.
Our blog posts.
Our status updates and likes.
Even the things we do are done with a view to informing others that we did them.
Yah, I spent time in India. So amazing. Yah yah, I climbed Mount Kinabalu. I saw Trump. I ate fugu. I took ayahuasca, the proper way and all. I read Ulysses. I started doing arse to grass squats. Heavy, man. I wrote a book. I went to a rally. I fucked a pretty girl on the first date.
Who cares? More importantly, do you care? And, how would you know?
A suggestion: Keep your goals and achievements secret.
Don’t let on that you know Thai. Don’t post photos. Only take a few and save them as a pleasant memory aid for when you’re frail and flaccid. When people ask where you’ve been, say here and there. Not so many places. You?
Don’t follow these principles to the point of idiocy.
Is the excitement of your plan undiminished now that you’ve decided that no one will even know about it? Then maybe it’s worth pursing.
And whatever you do, never allow yourself to be convinced there is some desperate need for you to blog endlessly about your thoughts and opinions. No one wants to know.