if i dont offer myself to the unknown, my senses dull. my world becomes small and i lose my sense of wonder. to keep lifting my eyes to the horizon, to keep my ears hearing the sounds around me: i need to travel. if not the edge is off my experience and i pass my days in a routine that is both comfortable and limiting. i wake up one day and find that i have lost my dreams in order to protect my days.
traveling has made everything i learned in social studies/history come alive. as a child i always wondered, “WHY THE HECK DO I CARE WHATS GOING ON THERE?” or worse “THAT HAPPENED THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO, I COULD CARE LESS”. it makes everything more relevant because i could understand more. the best part is the FOOD and hanging out with the locals…and sightseeing OF COURSE.
i have little fears of the unknown and while being comfortable is alluring, it doesn’t satisfy my desire to sense more. i am a traveler. i have never regret any travels. have you?