I'm 54M. Relatively in good health. Minor pains and aches that come with age but nothing major. I'm gonna hit the road for a few years and see and experience as much as I can before I die. Has anybody out there ever wanted to do something similar?

The title says most of it. I've lived here all of my adult life... illegally. I will be leaving behind two children (adults now). Leaving behind friends and family members. Some of whom I won't ever see again. I'm gonna get rid of all of my belongings, sell them, gift them, and donate them. I will put my life in a backpack and travel a little while I still can.

This administration has little to do with me taking this decision. I've been pondering with the idea for years. I did some backpacking in my twenties and that wanderlust never quite died. I plan on slow travel for a while, 5/10 years. After that IDFK... que sera sera. Lovers will love, haters will hate. So bring it on.

To you all internet strangers I wish you the best. Cheers!!!

Gonna keep short. 54M here. Single for 5 years. I have meet a couple of lovely women since then. Our goals and plans just didn't align . I myself want companionship with chemistry. Love might happen with time. I'd be willing to compromise with the right person. At the end of the day we all carry some baggage. Not offering or requesting. Just putting my two cents out there. Good luck to you all with whatever it is you want.

I live in a bubble. Everything is fine and dandy. Decent paying job. Good lifestyle. But there's something that is not clicking. I feel trapped, like I'm on repeat. Wake up, go to work, comeback to my place, reddit, news, youtube. Do it again day after day.

I'm done. Getting rid of all my shit. Gonna grab my backpack and get on the road. This will happen in the next few months. . I've got savings and a constant income flow, just enough to keep me afloat. I can do 5-10 or so years of constant slow travel.

To be clear I am not looking for enlightenment or for that A-HA moment. I just want to live on my own terms. And go where my budget and my passport allows me to go.

I just want to feel free. I hope you are all having a good life.

I've been thinking and planning to quit the rat race for a while. Grab my backpack and hit the road. 5-10 years of slow travel. I'm in my mid fifties, have some decent savings and a constant income flow (not much but enough to make it easier to fulfill my plans). Leaving this golden cage I live in means I cannot come back to it. Leaving means I'll be cutting ties with some people forever.

I'm in decent health right now but I wonder what it will be as I age. I will miss my kids milestones. I will be walking out on the quality of life I enjoy right now (material quality). Mentally I am not in a good place, hence wanting to reset. I'm just ranting right now. I know I am gonna go through with my plans. I'm a few months from doing it. Just wanted to tell that I am afraid.

As the moment for me to pull the plug comes closer and closer I feel... unsure. For years now I have thought of grabbing my backpack and just taking off and leaving my so-called life behind. Yes, I am ok now and here. And I have a decent quality of life but it doesn't make me happy. It hasn't for years.

People that know me and know what I want to do are giving me conflicting feedback. Some, (very few) are supporting me. You know, like "DO IT, follow your dream". Others, most of them are against it. Saying I will regret it if I do it. Leaving the safety and comfort that I enjoy right now. Which in itself is what I dislike. Leaving my kids behind (legal adults). So on and so forth with points of view.

So, at this point I still think I will do it. 85/15% chance. But I feel conflicted. I only know one thing... I will rather regret leaving and going through with my plans than staying and regretting it for the rest of my life.

Just ranting. Thank you for reading.

Great game.

I am a 54 years old male. This happened in late '89 early 90' in LA. I was fresh off the boat in LA. Everybody in my surroundings was dealing crack. So.... I said why not me. Why don't I join in and make some cash. So I went on and got me about 150 dollars worth of crack cocaine. It was a friday and I figured I'll make 300-400 by the end of the weekend. Oh boy, was I wrong. As it happens I didn't know enough people to get rid of the merchandise. So... that friday around midnight as I was trying to stay awake I decided to smoke a little bit of my stash. I'd mix it up in joins with tobacco and then I realized how evil crack is. At about 5-6 o'clock in the morning I found myself pinching stuff from the ground hopping it was a little piece of crack. This lasted for about a week. I'd buy some crack and smoke it mixed with tobacco. I don't remember why or how I stopped. But I'm glad I did.

I feel the need, the urge to share my memories before they disappear in my mind.

...but only on my Chinese take out.

"And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, Freedom or Loneliness?" - Charles Bukowski

"And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, Freedom or Loneliness?" - Charles Bukowski

I used to work at KFC in the early 90's. I would catch flies with my hand and throw them in the frying oil. Not proud of it. Just wanted to share.