As I walked down the street from one of my 3 local 7-Elevens tonight I was nearly hit by a car.
This car came probably in under 1m away from me.
I never flinched once nor cared. I’m in Thailand. It was way close, but it was never going to hit me.
And if one thing Thailand has taught me is that caring less is freedom.
For those interested in the car story: it’s just usual here. Bikes often get closer as you’re walking up and down a street.
In Australia, I’d go completely and utterly spare. Every. Single. Time.
But somehow this wonderful country called Thailand has taught me not to care. To not get stressed. To not unduly worry.
Yes, Thailand has a horrible track record with road deaths, but likewise no one is going to run into you as you walk up the street.
I’ll walk up my street again tonight, and I won’t give a shit about being hit because I know that an average Thai on a bike, or in a car, doesn’t want to hit me.
And this conquers a lot of anxiety I ever had.
