I once met a drunken guru named David on a rooftop bar in Ho Chi Minh City. He was turning 30, American, and had been traveling since he was 23. This was the last year of his travels, as he had decided long ago that when he reached 30, he would go home, get a job and settle down.
We were drinking Beer Saigon — it was happy hour. It’s always happy hour somewhere in Southeast Asia.
“What is the most life-changing advice you could offer me?” I asked. Eager to glean some advice from a (very) seasoned traveler.
His eyes lit up and briefly focused. He thought for a moment, and said, “Don’t take shit. Stand up… For yourself.”
I nodded thoughtfully and encouraged him to go on.
“Two. Laugh… At everything.”
He looked confused and went on.
“Three… I forget… Doesn’t matter.”
“I think that may be the your most brilliant rule,” I said.
We laughed, we cheered, and kept drinking.