I didn't invent the hypothetical situation, but let's just suppose for a second that I did, that I was sailing on a ship, and had an "existential" moment, a little flash of sunlight on a cobalt blue sea.
Nothing really happens in the past, Everything that’s ever happened /for/to me happened in the present moment. That’s all there ever is. So my relationship to life isn’t my relationship to my past, it’s my relationship to the present moment.
Who would I be without my story (past)? If you don't have one, you don't have to live up to it. What's left then--Just Now. That's the value proposition of travel: It's a come as you are affair.
"I
have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the
source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making
for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men; and I could never
turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading
me where? To this very moment" - JP Sartre
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