Every morning, when they wake up, turn on the computer and I go on Facebook without even thinking-out of habit, boredom, reflex, whatever you want.

And every morning, my timeline is attacked by items all very similar, with headlines that read "The person X has left the job and a perfect life to go around the world."
By dint of seeing them, I began to think and to wonder how they did, these people X, to drop everything without batting an eyelid.
I spend my days in a nondescript office in exchange for little pay and 40 hours weekly alienation-but I'm not going to drop everything overnight.
Despite my apparent lack of interest I tend to dramatize a bit 'when it comes to taking decisions that could make me go off the rails on which it has so far channeled my existence.
Having to leave work, home and girlfriend to explore the world, would be too many questions that would ultimately paralyze the brain-from those on the money.
I am a pure product of my time, and I struggle to imagine life without a beak penny, to depend on others to survive.
For some time-the "crisis," say-many they seem to not want to dare.
Others cite Brad Pitt in Fight Club ( "It is only after having lost everything that we're free to do anything") as if Fincher was the contemporary reincarnation of Cioran.
So, drop everything has become "cool", and piss on his head to our universe consumerist a must for anyone with a little 'common sense.
As a result, the idea of calling off this sickening our society-as did the head of Andr Brugiroux trip -I always leaves a bit 'puzzled.
Once past the fleeting excitement of novelty, as I would live my days?
Starting to learn about the world, for me, it would be first of all the risk of being alone.
If the trip is always synonymous with new knowledge, these have a limited life, and are rapidly converted into memories.
As an Erasmus endless, more or less.
In my Cartesian spirit, drop everything can be summed up in these words: walk a lot, sleep in a ditch and end up begging at the entrance to the subway.
Yet, right now the "adventurers" seem to lead a much more attractive life of the mine.
Pictures of sunsets accompanied dall'hashtag #Freedom, huge smiles, tanned bodies: social networks instill in me the doubt, even though I know perfectly well that they are, by definition, the opposite of real life.
In such a situation, one begins to wonder if it could lose more than just airing for the tenth time the X-Files.
Being witnesses the exuberant joy of others when the most important question of your day is "I'll have time to buy toilet paper" is as pleasing as seeing a pit bull devouring a kitten.
But could I really be happy without my friends, my Chinese take away and my favorite episodes Sunday at the flea market?
To hear some the answer is definitely yes: as Nans and mouts, two guys who decided to travel the world with no money and no clothes and to which France is devoting five hours or a number.
They go around Europe with our butts off and they seem happy, but you never mentioned the fact that their life depends largely on the goodwill and generosity of people who, on the contrary, they go to work every morning.
To be able to drop everything, it needs someone not soft at all.
It arises at this point, a question: the intrepid traveler is actually a selfish?
A person who shuns the "responsibility" telling herself that someone else will put in its place?
Living with a euro a day, today, is possible because there are people who have not made the same choice.
And such an attitude is perhaps evidence of a disguised greed as absolute freedom?
Behind the picture perfectly studied of these twenty-first century adventurers also they conceal less pleasant stories.
Like that of Chanel Cartell and Stevo Dirnberger, two South Africans who for some years have decided to send everything to hell and go.
On Instagram, where they have 120,000 followers, there is only room for excellent photos.
What they do not take pictures, though, it is the elapsed time polishing the bathrooms of Turkish petrol stations to make some money.
And it's a lot of time.
Of course, it is not new: drop everything has a price.
"We like challenges, we like to be independent," they explained to me the two.
"We do not want people to believe that we have a perfect life, especially for those who follow us with the dream of giving up."
So why not also document this side of the experience?
Many of those they leave behind the routine explain that choice alluding to search for a lost freedom in our consumer society.
Yet, despite this willingness to reject all material possessions, do not hesitate to stage their lives with a theatricality that are simultaneously set designers and actors.
In this sense, then, drop everything is a way to exit from anonymity-or, for excess, the demonstration of a selfishness without limits.
Not sure I want to drop everything in the hope of finding nirvana thousands of kilometers away from where I am now.
As Andr Brugiroux says, "traveling is not important to be happy, that's important."
And I am convinced that in the end there is nothing more pleasant than the reassuring routine and loving-whatever the place where you want to exercise this routine.
Contrary to the dominant assumption, I promote a liberating routine, a monotony that destroys the need for incessant changes to eventually take advantage of everyday.
Andr Brugiroux said so well: "My wife is the person less likely to trip you know.
To get her out of the house serves a crane. "

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