I live the life I want! I don’t need a woman to be happy! Why does everyone keep asking when I’ll settle down?
When people ask why I’m 35 and still on my own—with no wife, no kids, not even a dog—I often find myself at a loss.
It’s as if I have to justify my life choices.
As if I’m doing something wrong.
That if a man doesn’t dream of a house, wife, and kids, he’s odd, flawed, incomplete.
I wasn’t always this way.
Once, I lived like everyone else.
I sought love, built relationships, longed for a family.
But do you know what I found?
Only disappointment, heartache, and emptiness.
One day, I met a woman I was willing to give everything for.
She was special.
She introduced me to passion, tenderness, shared dreams, and travel.
But then…
Then she started visiting those same places with another man.
And it made me sick.
I realized it was all just an illusion.
Love? Family? Stability?
It’s all just talk.
Yet, because of her, I found myself.
And it was she who opened my eyes to the world.
I learned to earn and spend money on myself. This person taught me not only to travel but also to make money.
Before meeting her, I lived like many—spent my paycheck on nonsense, saved up, awaited Fridays to buy something unnecessary.
Then I understood: money should give you 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 redecorating.
Not in a woman who might leave one day.
I invested it in travel.
In life.
And it was the best decision I ever made.
I bought a car and drove towards freedom. On one of my birthdays, my sister gave me a book about waterfalls and mountains.
I opened it and was speechless.
There were places I had never seen before.
Places far more beautiful than any photo on Instagram.
At that moment, I knew—I needed to go there.
I sold my old phone, took a small amount from my savings, completed a driving course, bought an affordable car—and hit the road.
Initially, it was frightening.
But then…
Then I saw how my soul changed.
How I became a different person.
How the exhaustion after a long day on the road brought me more happiness than any meeting with a woman.
I traveled across the country, admired the mountains, camped in a tent, fished, and watched the sun rise over hilltops.
And I realized I would never return to my old life.
I found true friends. On one of my journeys, I met people like me.
Cave explorers, mountaineers, extreme drivers.
With them, I learned what it was like to descend into deep gorges.
What it was like to climb peaks with no roads.
What it was like to challenge yourself and conquer your fears.
They taught me that the best cure for a fear of heights is to jump.
And you know what?
They were right.
Because from the moment I jumped—I was no longer afraid of anything.
I drove 4x4s off-road, sped jet skis over rough waves, dove with scuba gear into depths I once never dreamed of.
I tasted life.
Women? Yes, but not for family. I’m no monk.
I’m not ruling out relationships.
But now I’m not looking for “the one.”
Because I know—the greatest love of my life—is my freedom.
I no longer believe in words.
I no longer trust promises.
I’ve seen too much deceit to dream of something illusory again.
But there’s one thing I know:
The world is vast.
It’s beautiful.
It’s waiting for me.
I’ve visited dozens of places, but I still haven’t been to Australia.
I haven’t stood on a surfboard yet.
I haven’t experienced an ocean storm.
But that’s just a matter of time.
I live as I want. And that’s enough for me.
I don’t need a woman to feel happy.
Because no love can give me what the roads, adventures, wind in my face, and new horizons provide.
The world is wonderful.
And I live in it the way I like it.
