I live life on my own terms! I don’t need a woman to be happy. Why does everyone keep asking when I’ll settle down? People always want to know why, at 35, I’m still single—no wife, no kids, not even a pet dog—and honestly, it leaves me a bit bewildered.
As if I owe anyone an explanation for my choices.
As if I’ve veered off the course of what’s expected.
As if a man who doesn’t dream of a house, wife, and children is somehow incomplete or peculiar.
But I wasn’t always like this.
I once led a life like everyone else.
I searched for love, nurtured relationships, and longed for a family.
And do you know what I found?
Just disappointment, heartbreak, and emptiness.
There was a time I met a woman for whom I was ready to give up everything.
She was exceptional.
She introduced me to passion, tenderness, shared dreams, and travel.
But then…
Then she began visiting those same places with someone else.
And I felt sick to my core.
I realized it was all just an illusion.
Love?
Family?
Security?
All just words.
Yet, she helped me find myself.
And she showed me the world.
I learned to earn and spend money on myself. She taught me not only to travel but also to prosper.
Before meeting her, I lived like many—squandering my paycheck on trivialities, saving pennies, waiting for Friday to buy something unnecessary.
Then it clicked: money should afford freedom.
I changed jobs.
I started earning three times as much.
I realized I could have more than I ever imagined.
And do you know where I invested that money?
Not in new furniture.
Not in home improvements.
Not in a woman who might someday walk away.
I invested them in travel.
In living.
And that was the best decision of my life.
I bought a car and set out toward freedom. For one birthday, my sister gave me a book about waterfalls and mountains.
I opened it and was awestruck.
Here were places I had never seen before.
Places more beautiful than any Instagram photo.
That moment, I knew—I had to go there.
I sold my old phone, took a small amount from my savings, took driving lessons, bought an affordable car—and hit the road.
At first, it was daunting.
But then…
Then I saw how my soul transformed.
How I became a different person.
How the exhaustion after a long day’s journey brought more joy than any romantic encounter.
I roamed the country, gazed at mountains, camped under the stars, fished, greeted sunrises atop hills.
And I knew I’d never return to my former life.
I found true friends. On one of my adventures, I met people just like me.
Spelunkers, climbers, extreme drivers.
With them, I learned what it’s like to descend into unfathomable chasms.
To summit peaks unreachable by roads.
To challenge myself and conquer fear.
They taught me the best cure for acrophobia is a leap of faith.
And do you know what?
They were right.
From the moment I took that leap—I feared nothing.
I drove jeeps off-road, raced waves on a jet ski, dove into depths I never dreamed of before.
I tasted life.
Women? Sure, but not for settling down. I’m no monk.
I haven’t sworn off relationships.
But now I’m not searching for “the one.”
Because I know—the greatest love in my life is my own liberty.
I no longer believe in words.
I no longer believe in promises.
I’ve seen too many lies to dream of something elusive again.
Yet I know one thing:
The world is vast.
It’s beautiful.
It’s waiting for me.
I’ve visited dozens of places, but I’ve 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 as I choose. And that’s enough for me.
I don’t need a woman to feel fulfilled.
Because no love can give me what the open road, adventure, wind in my face, and new horizons do.
The world is wonderful.
And I live in it just the way I like.
