I live life on my own terms! I don’t need anyone to be happy! Why does everyone ask when I’ll settle down? When people ask why I’m 35, still single—no wife, kids, not even a dog—I get flustered. As if I need to justify my life. As if I’m doing something wrong. If a man doesn’t dream of a house, wife, and kids, he’s seen as odd, incomplete.
I wasn’t always like this. I used to live like the rest. I sought love, built relationships, desired a family. But you know what I found? Only disappointment, pain, and emptiness.
Once, I met a woman I was ready to give everything for. She was special. She showed me what passion, tenderness, shared dreams, and travel meant. But then… She started visiting those same places, just with another man. It made me sick. I realized it was all an illusion. Love? Family? Stability? Just words. But thanks to her, I found myself. She opened my eyes to the world.
I learned to earn and spend on myself. She taught me not just to travel, but to earn. Before meeting her, I lived like many—I spent my wages on trivial things, saved, waited for Fridays to buy something unnecessary. Then I understood: money should bring freedom.
I changed jobs. I started earning three times more. I realized I could afford more than I thought. And do you know where I invested that money? Not in new furniture. Not in renovations. Not in a woman who might leave. I invested in travel. In life. It was the best decision I ever made.
I bought a car and drove towards freedom. One birthday, my sister gifted me a book about waterfalls and mountains. As I opened it, I was spellbound. I saw places I’d never imagined, far more beautiful than any Instagram photo. In that moment, I knew I had to go there. I sold my old phone, took a modest amount from my savings, completed a driving course, bought a modest car, and set off.
At first, it was terrifying. But then… I saw my spirit transform. I became a different person. The exhaustion after a long day’s drive brought more happiness than any date ever did. I traveled across the country, gazed at mountains, camped under the stars, fished, and watched sunrises from hilltops. I realized I’d never return to my old life.
I found true friends. During one journey, I met people like me. Adventurers, climbers, extreme drivers. They taught me about descending into deep caverns, scaling peaks without paths, challenging myself, and conquering fears. They taught me the best cure for a fear of heights is to jump. And you know what? They were right. From the moment I leaped, fear vanished. I drove 4x4s off-road, raced jets through wild waves, and dived into deep waters beyond my dreams. I savored life.
Am I open to women? Yes, but not for a family. I’m no monk. I haven’t sworn off relationships. But now, I’m not seeking ‘The One.’ Because I know my greatest love is my freedom. I don’t believe in words anymore. I don’t believe in promises. I’ve seen too much deception to dream of the intangible. But I know one thing: the world is vast. It’s beautiful. It awaits me.
I’ve visited dozens of places, but have yet to see Australia. I haven’t stood on a surfboard. I haven’t weathered an ocean storm. But that’s just a matter of time. I live the way I want. And that’s enough for me. I don’t need anyone to feel happy. Because no love gives me what roads, adventures, the wind on my face, and new horizons do. The world is wonderful. And I live in it the way I want.
