So there’s this fairly new thing going around social media at the moment: ‘If traveling was free, you’d never see me again.’
I know, it’s just a catchy phrase to romanticize a life of travel, but I find it oddly depressing. If someone were to say that to me… well, I’d be a bit sad.
Sure, I’m not the Eiffel Tower or the Taj Mahal. I may not be as breath-taking as the Grand Canyon, or the aurora lights of Alaska.
And yet… I am a human, and there is an un-ending depth within the human spirit, that once true exploration into it begins, it is an adventure that lasts a lifetime, and could never truly be completed.
Something my amazing Mom taught me, when I was going through some hardships, and all I wanted was to hit the road and run off to a remote, beautiful countryside in Eastern Europe. She penned a beautiful letter inside a Christmas card and she wrote: “It has been said that the most exciting, unexplored territory can be found within ourselves.”
Sometimes when I’m stuck in the doldrums of every day life, I dig out that old card and remind myself of the wonders yet to be discovered within myself – and within the precious people around me.
How little we value our own humanity and that of those around us. Ok, so yes, I am over-analyzing an innocent, social media sensation. But if traveling was free, I wouldn’t be gone that long, and you’d probably see me sooner than you’d like.