The cost of YOLO

This is not a form of discouragement. Before you read this, please remember that we are friends, sitting down on your porch (or mine), sipping wine (or coffee, whatever you prefer) while watching the sunset, talking about the recent life changes that appeared in many different forms.

In short, you and I, are slowly accepting we are adults.

I recently wrote about my 4-year old advice about quitting your job to travel the world that made your world spin like a fast toy top:

โ€œIt took me years to find the courage to quit my job to travel the world and now this travel blogger bitch I followed all this time is taking it back.โ€

It might have been confusing to you because it really is to me. But what made me write that post is again, finding myself in a different circumstance.

I never wanted to grow up. I wanted my grandparents to live forever, for my skin to stay less damned, to smoke and not feel my lungs falling apart, to drink 10 bottles of wine (with tequila shots in between) without having to deal with the hangover the next day, to carry 90L backpacks for the rest of my life, to live in different places every time I had the chance, to speak more languages fluently easily, to be able to move and move far and wide.

โ€˜Age is just a numberโ€™ stayed as the strongest mantra through those 7 years I was traveling without having a home; without having to go back home. I still believe in it but my body seems to disagree.

My grandmother died in 2014 and now my grandfather is very ill. My skin is becoming more damned each day as I struggle to make up for it from all those years I didnโ€™t care.

I wake up every morning and I feel like my lungs are breaking into pieces. I drink 1 glass of wine and still get a hangover the next day. I shifted to small luggage โ€“ I canโ€™t even take a small backpack for 3 weeks of travel.

While the endless moving still excites me, it wore me out. I decided to make Tel Aviv as my base for the time being. Along with this, I am trying to learn Hebrew relentlessly.

Even if I can speak 5 different languages, my cognitive skills are not that sharp anymore. Itโ€™s rejecting the Hebrew progress. All of these limited my ability to move far and wide.

This change in the human body is something I donโ€™t have control of. As a person who has moved and moved and moved all her life, I am still in the process of learning how to not abuse the capacity of the human body.

My visa in Neverland expired so I was forced to grow up. (Shit!)

What is this adulting thing? How the fuck do I do this? The confusion is not only to add drama to my life but I was really at a point in my life where I didnโ€™t know what to do.

โ€œYou traveled to 70+ countries, live outside your country all your younger years, learned to be by yourself all this time โ€“ why is this hard for you?!โ€

With the experiences I accumulated from years and years of travel, I had the assurance that I am un-freaking-breakable.

The constant reminder to myself that โ€œI know everything. I can do anythingโ€ is still there but when I entered this adulting world, I felt like I needed to enroll in a short course.

โ€œBills? What bills? Why canโ€™t the freaking bills pay themselves?โ€

YOLO in Cusco, Peru: beating the cold and altitude with shitloads of alcohol.

Now that I have my own apartment in Tel Aviv (which I love so dearly), I have to do things Iโ€™ve never done before.

Bills. I, fortunately, have the money for the bills (thank God. I donโ€™t want to go back to being a poor backpacker again) but I donโ€™t have any idea how to pay them.

You might say itโ€™s easy (because it really is!) but bear in mind that you and I didnโ€™t have the same life situations growing up.

I was always out there jumping to different cities, galloping continents, and shuffling relationships left and right. I never had to pay bills myself. You know, to be physically and mentally present in the billing process.

My house rent wasnโ€™t paid on time the other day but the money is already there. Like many travelers who took their time on the road, going back to society requires looking at the time.

Having a sense of urgency has been very difficult for me because I never deemed it important. For me, life was an endless stream of taking all the time I need. Fudge! My travel evolution is getting more serious each day.

The cost of YOLO 

Again, this is not meant to discourage you. Remember we are 2 friends sitting down on your porch (or mine), sipping wine (or coffee, whatever you prefer) while watching the sunset, talking about the recent life changes that appeared in many different forms. In short, you and I, are slowly accepting we are adults.

I can see that you are still in a different train station and denying that we are aging but itโ€™s fine. You might be 5-7 years younger than me.

Oh no, actually, letโ€™s put it that way. You are younger than me and is about to go out there and do some life-changing โ€œsabbaticalโ€.

To YOLO is not a joke. This shit is real. YOLO is freaking true. Most of our friends make silly jokes about it but itโ€™s serious and you should do it.

Kiss a boy (or a girl), sleep on the street, cross a border for 5 days, try everything and do everything that makes you curious because You Only Live Once.

But donโ€™t forget it comes with a price. Good news though โ€“ you really can YOLO without the money. I am going to be 29 in exactly 37 days and now I am looking at all those times I traveled without (a lot of) money but still made it.

Oh, donโ€™t get me wrong. I wasnโ€™t able to travel the world with zero money. While those travel for free articles you read on the Internet are true to those who right it, did anyone explain to you it comes with hard work, too? Are you stuck in that belief that there is such thing as free travel?

Let me tell you some of my remarkable YOLO stories that involved spending a lot of money.

To YOLO is to go to Brasil and experience the World Cup

It has been a life-long dream for me to witness one of the greatest sporting events in the world (in my life, itโ€™s the only one) so I vowed to myself no matter what it takes, I will go to Brasil.

I was just starting the blog then (2014) so it didnโ€™t generate any income but I also was getting good at juggling online jobs. As soon as I arrived (from Bolivia, by land), I immediately withdrew my first $800 salary (after a long time of truly being financially unstable). I was very happy.

I was slowly proving to my parents I can be out there without their financial help but after I took out this amount from the atm, it got fucking stolen.

โ€œWhy today?! This day was supposed to be good! Why! Why! Why!โ€

I was already there and I couldnโ€™t hold back. It was a dead end. How the fudge was I going to move without money? I didnโ€™t want to call mom but I did. Shit.

I explained to her what happened and begged her to lend me a thousand dollars that I will promise to give back. Not sure how I am going to pay it back but you know, YOLO. I always programmed myself I will always find a way (because I always did).

YOLO in Rio de Janeiro (World Cup 2014) with my Colombian friends.

She said no. I felt my body was torn into pieces. I couldnโ€™t move.

โ€œMom, please, please, please, please.โ€

โ€œI didnโ€™t choose that life for you. I am sorry you have to be on your own. I will only give you money if you decide to book a ticket back home. That, I will generously pay for no matter the price.โ€

Fuck.

โ€œAnd donโ€™t tell me you are kawawa (wretched). You are in Brasil and is about to experience the World Cup. Whatโ€™s kawawa with that?โ€

Lesson: Sheโ€™s right. She didnโ€™t choose this life for me. I did. Why should I burden her financially? Isnโ€™t this my own action that nobody forced me to do?

Not to mention I was only calling if I needed something (what a shameless child!).

So I went out there, on my own, without hard feelings. I accepted my mother was right because she always is. That was the only way I could survive that unfortunate event.

I was Couchsurfing in Rio de Janeiro so I didnโ€™t have to worry about paying for accommodations. My host and I get along very well.

Itโ€™s a sign she wonโ€™t be evicting me any time soon. All I needed to figure out was how to make it through the World Cupping month without having to ask other people for money.

My backpacking friends knew about the situation and everyone was kind to me. No, itโ€™s not the kind pity but the โ€˜kindโ€™ kind.

You know, just being generous about a lot of things. I was very happy to be surrounded by people like this but I was fucking uncomfortable.

YOLO. The things you do when you are 23. In Brasil. During the World Cup.

To YOLO with a third world passport and a budget airline

โ€ฆ. sounds unimaginable. First, the destinations are very limited. Philippine passport holders can only visit 60-ish countries youโ€™ve never heard before visa-free.

Who goes to freaking Djibouti? What the hell can I do in Madagascar? Is Kosovo even a country? At present, these countries are all amazing to me but when I went to Morocco 3 months ago (totally visa-free for Filipinos), I booked a $400 ticket (RT) from Tel Aviv.

Very cheap. I saved a lot of money because the usual fare is $800 and up.

The flight was going from Tel Aviv to Barcelona, to Casablanca then back from Casablanca, Milan, Bucharest to Tel Aviv. 25+ hours of flight and $400 roundtrip. What a sweet deal, I thought!

Sure, itโ€™s a long flight but as a YOLOist, I will endure that pain as long as it can save me a lot of bucks. It has been like this all these years.

Until I wasnโ€™t allowed to board my flight from Tel Aviv. There was a thing I failed to oversee when I booked this ticket. I didnโ€™t see that these flights are with different airlines.

Meaning, I will have to go out of Barcelona (and Milan going back) to board another flight with another airline. It means I need to have a visa in order for this cheap flight to work.

Gosh. These booking platforms didnโ€™t even have the decency to call me when I booked the tickets weeks before the trip.

Gosh. I didnโ€™t even see that coming. I didnโ€™t want to be responsible for my actions.

I called the booking website who claimed it was a toll-free number but I was charged $20 for a 3-min call. During the conversation, I was also informed that I canโ€™t get a refund for the ticket because itโ€™s already 2 hours before the flight.

My trip was going to last for a month so I can still refund the Casablanca-Milan-Tel Aviv ticket if I wanted to.

This trip was already planned and I donโ€™t want to cancel it. First, my visa in Israel was going to expire (in 2 days) so if I donโ€™t go out of the country, I will be possibly penalized for overstay and not allowed to go back for who knows how long.

Israel has very strict rules with overstaying so the thought of being banned scared the shit out of me.

And so, I booked an $800 ticket with a high-class airline and never looked back. It was too late for me to blame myself for the mishaps but if I wasnโ€™t in that situation, I wouldnโ€™t learn. Seriously, do we ever learn?

Lesson: Donโ€™t book with cheap airlines most especially if itโ€™s a long-haul flight. I also realized (and computed) all those years I traveled with cheap airlines with 30+ hours of travel.

The flights were really cheap but I never included those lunches, dinners, snacks, and books I bought while I was on a long layover. Those shouldโ€™ve not been omitted from the ledger.

To YOLO with a third world passport without a plan

Most of my YOLOs consisted of poor decisions and wrong information. When I was starting to travel, there werenโ€™t enough travel blogs (especially Filipinos) to validate the visa issues I faced. I had to be the guinea pig and try things on my own before doing it right.

YOLO in La Paz, Bolivia with my co-bar workers: clearly, everyone in the picture was pretty drunk.

Last year, I went to Georgia because I read everywhere it was visa-free. If not, I can just get a visa when I am already there.

I proved this to be wrong when this Greek airline didnโ€™t allow me to board which shattered all my excitement to visit this exotic country.

I spent hours and hours at the check-in counter proving them my point. I said โ€œI donโ€™t need a visa to Georgiaโ€ repeatedly. What came to my mind when they were denying me check-in was, again, the $350 (one-way) ticket I will probably never get the refund.

Plus, if they didnโ€™t let me board, I wouldโ€™ve booked another ticket to God-knows-where because my visa in Israel was expiring that same day.

Lesson: Donโ€™t act like your passport is first-world. Research. Your fearlessness will not solve anything but it can really put your spirit up. I like this part better.

Another lesson: To YOLO is to live on the edge. To live on the edge is freaking stressful.

Being a professional YOLOist was an occupation I never regret

Did I scare you? Youโ€™re still reading? Well, youโ€™re in for the good part. This isnโ€™t a story of regrets; of taking back all the things I did; of what-I-could-haves.

Sometimes, while reading a book lying on my couch and a phrase I can relate to hits, I look back and think about all those instances I felt was the end of me: I am still here. I am still alive. And I am better, above all.

I will never tell anyone that YOLO is bad because it really isnโ€™t. No matter how expensive it is, courage can never be bought.

The experiences you will have when you YOLO donโ€™t come with a price tag. You canโ€™t walk into any store and say โ€œhow much is a jar of meaningful life experiences?โ€

If I didnโ€™t jump into the unknown, if I didnโ€™t say yes to everything, to anything, I wouldnโ€™t be sitting in this beautiful apartment with my own gorgeous office table.

I wouldnโ€™t be able to afford this life I live now. Those experiences converted to energies and enthusiasm that made me earn a living today.

In short, you will never know how to make decent money if you donโ€™t have any idea what you want to do in life first. You have to be wrong first. You have to commit a lot of mistakes first.

Oneโ€™s experience is never a question. We are down to the final sip of the wine (or coffee, whatever you like, really) and this is the part where I hope I convinced you that YOLO is not a bad thing even if it comes with a price.

We are at different chapters in life so 99% percent of the time, you will find my logic (and my writing confusing).

I said quit your job to travel in 2013 and donโ€™t quit your job to travel in 2017 because this is the โ€˜changeโ€™ presented before me.

Before you react violently to how confusing my writing is, answer this: โ€œwhich chapter of my book am I in at the moment?โ€ Should I do what other people did? Should I base my life on their stories? 

The problem with us, young people, is our desire to clone other peopleโ€™s booksโ€™ pages and make them ours. No one has the exact same life as you.

What happened to me doesnโ€™t mean it will happen to you, too. I get a lot of questions about this all the time: โ€œwhat will happen will I go out there and do what you did?โ€ Iโ€™d say go out there and write your own.

You donโ€™t know. I donโ€™t know. Nobody knows. Iโ€™d say go out there and write your own story. You will want to find your situation sitting by the porch with a friend, sipping wine (or coffee, whatever you prefer) while watching the sunset, talking about the recent life changes that appeared in many different forms.

This will be the time that you are slowly accepting the adulting life. Let others go their own way and create their own path. Let others learn from you.

When I was out there and found myself in the most difficult situations, I turned to Deepak Chopra and it always made me understand life better:

โ€œIf you obsess over whether you are making the right decision, you are basically assuming that the universe will reward you for one thing and punish you for another. The universe has no fixed agenda. Once you make any decision, it works around that decision. There is no right or wrong, only a series of possibilities that shift with each thought, feeling, and action that you experience.โ€

Wine (or coffee) is finished. Itโ€™s time for me to leave you alone by the porch so youโ€™ll have time and space to think. Enjoy the sunset. You only live once. Xx

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27 Comments

  1. Hi Trisha! I think, since you are well acquainted with Filipino travels blogger with a “high” country count under their arsenals, it will be a great collaborative post with each one confirming other country’s visa treatment for Philippine passport holders.

  2. have you met the The Lone Rider? I met the guy here in Cebu City…both of you took the adventure, we lesser mortals can only dream

  3. It’s been a while since I could label myself as ‘young’ but we are certainly all on our own path and our past and circumstances determines our current perception. Getting older is in your head is all very well i theory until your head can’t stop the other bits hurting any more but I still live by YOLO because you do, it just looks different from my current perspective and what I would once have thought was being soft, is now a level of comfort that means I can still enjoy doing everything I want to do.

  4. I agree with Toni above. I’m not exactly young anymore, it’s been a few years since I came back to my home country and am still trying to settle down (without much success). I guess things, perspectives, priorities circumstances, among others, change as you go along and grow older. It’s just a matter of trying to adapt yourself to it. All the best with your new life in Tel Aviv!

  5. I am changing the way I travel now I am older. For me, I was adulting for 10 years before I had my YOLO moment and quit my job. It was the best decision I ever made. But we are all different – what works for me may not work in 5 years time. YOLO isn’t about travel, its about doing what makes you happy – whatever that may be!

  6. As always, an interesting perspective from you Trish. I’ve been having the YOLO mentality lately when it comes to traveling. I just want to get out there and see the world.

  7. I was YOLOing for 2 years and that’s one regret I have. I am much happier working again and making money and being able to travel to great destinations and stay in nice hotels. So, I think it is ok to see the World and take a couple of years off, at one point we have to grow up.

  8. Wow. I love that Deepak Chopra quote. I had to laugh, remembering the time I took the train from London to Barcelona with 52 quid in my pocket. Insane. I’ve changed, and so have you. If we didn’t, we’d really be stuck in a rut.

  9. I agree that no matter how expensive it is, courage can never be bought, and that life experiences are ultimately the most valuable things in life. But by the same token, sometimes you can make YOLO based on poor decisions, and it may have pretty bad flow on consequences if you haven’t properly planned, or take a risk so huge it affects the rest of your life. So I like to live life by YOLO, but also by the mindset of balance and moderation.

  10. Love that quote by Deepak Chopra–such a good point and a great thing to remember when you are doubting yourself! Great thoughts on YOLO and the price it comes with. I definitely agree–it’s all worth it, but age can change things for sure. I’ll never stop doing things because of my age, but certain things are definitely getting harder as the years go on, lol!

  11. I live a more regular life but yet I still get asked why I travel. I travel because it gave me the freedom to do what I want. I sometimes hate paying bills but it’s a small part of my life and I don’t want to wait until I am old and can’t walk to travel.

  12. The difference between being in your late 20s and being in your late 30s is that in your late 20s, you think about all the different ways YOLO can be interpreted, what it means to your life. By the time you’re in your late 30s (and kale is not an idiotic food trend but a crappy leaf you actually need to eat because you’re suddenly looking at your health in a whole new way), it’s all about You Only Live For Yourself. Hmmmm…. YOLFY? I don’t care that I’m only living once- I care that I’m living life for me.

  13. Pretty interesting piece. I always wanted to travel and not think about the cost in both monetary and other terms but couldn’t bring myself to do it. So finally at the age of 27, I decided to make it my career …when I was ready. I’m married, financially stable with a great household income, and at 29, I feel as though my experiences are much more fulfilling than the few I had at a younger age. I really liked your piece…nice to read other perspectives.

  14. I love YOLO-ist! I suppose my Yolo career started this year. One day, I realized I paid for a fancy piece of paper that I will hardly use (my degree) and decided I would live YOLO style until it felt right to grow up. I love this post.

  15. Love your Deepak Shopra quote at the end, really rings true for me. It’s funny (and obvious I guess) how the passage of time changes your view of the world. I definitely pursued the YOLO life for a few years and now we have been doing it again for the last 2 years. I don’t see it as a cost but more as an investment. Years down the track I don’t think I’ll be thinking about how much money I spent while we sailed to Antarctica or drove from Cape Town to London, it’s the memories and experiences which will stick.

  16. I can definitely relate to the Philippine Passport issues you’ve had. Mine expired about 5 years ago. I eventually tried getting an American Passport but I lost my certificate of naturalization so I had to wait 6 months and pay $350 in order to travel again.

  17. What a refreshingly wonderful read, I love your posts and yeah, so relate to the lessons of YOLO belief system and the realities (thinking back to sleeping on cement in Italy after having missed a “cheap” flight), all good….. YOLO right!

  18. Those mistakes and misadventures are usually what make for the best stories. How we overcome those problems are what makes us grow and change into people who can handle whatever life throws at us! Now you’re making me think about my YOLO stories along the way haha. I think most of them, good and bad, happened when I didn’t plan ahead enough. Both a blessing and a curse, especially when something preventable turns costly!

  19. YOLO is like a double-edged sword. There are pros and cons to both the sides. And Deepak Chopra is such an inspirational qriter. Loved his quote and your life mantra.

  20. Insightful read and a refreshing take on the realities of YOLO. I myself, spent most of my 20’s YOLOing-adulting in a series of back and forth and with me almost nearing my 30’s I look back in regret but at the same time gratitude for all the life adventures I had experienced.
    I learned that not one decision is inherently good/bad. i.e. A cushy dream job does not automatically mean happiness. It’s still a job. A dream destination is not always picture perfect (*cough*scams & pickpocketing *cough*). Despite trading a few years of stability being on the road/plane, I smile for it has been memories I shall truely treasure.

    “Life isn’t made out of choices. It’s made out of trades” (V.E. Schwab)

  21. Thanks for this beautiful post!
    My kind of YOLO-ing is always choosing to be happy (finding reasons to be happy) no matter what life throws at me in any day and making people happy whenever I can (some sort of legacy I wanted, haha).

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