Lost Evenings | lɒst ˈiːv(ə)nɪŋ |
1. unable to find ones way.
2. unable to be found.
Origin: Old English losian
1. the period of time at the end of the day.
2. an evening characterised by a particular event or activity.
Origin: Old English ǣfnung
I'm a 22-year-old university student specialising in Marketing, (or more specifically Digital Marketing), with a keen interest in SMM, CRM, SEO and getting you to buy things you don't want.
Or at least, I thought I was...
You see, I'd been fully sold on the idea of going to university, getting a career, joining a big company, making it big and reaping the financial rewards I'd been promised from day one. It wasn't until I moved away from the hustle and bustle of UK city life and into the blissful calm of the Catalan countryside that I realised, quite slowly, and without the typical epiphany you might expect, that this was a path I really didn't want to follow.
On the face of it, this is a blog about slow travel, bikepacking, keeping relatively 'off-grid'. There is, however, a unifying thread between these themes that loosely follows my journey towards a happier, more meaningful direction in life. A direction you might consider to be somewhat minimalist. A journey that began with the purchase of a bike called Rocinante, a couple of bottles of wine and a ticket to France. Read more...
“There are two ways to be rich: One is by acquiring much, and the other is by desiring little.”
1948. Jackie French Koller.
“The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.”
469 BCE. Socrates.
See the opportunities for adventure, not the constraints that get in the way.