To travel is to live
“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” ~ Jack Kerouac, On the Road
History witnessed that whenever a traveler pursued exploring, a new world emerged. Such is the power of traveling. Marco Polo voyages played a key role in introducing Central Asia and China to Europeans. Journeys of Christopher Columbus resulted in a connection between Europe and America in a way that it influenced the development of the modern western world. Ibn Battuta became a traveler to be a storyteller. These travelers gave the world gemstones, newfound countries and stories.
Humans have to travel. Having said that, humans evolved because of their nomadic nature. People traveled in Dark Age. People traveled to Modern age. And it is not the final destination. Traveling is transcendental and its repercussions are boundless.
Travel in joy. Travel in remorse. Travel in oblivion. Travel when nothing and everything makes sense. Mark Twain said, “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.” He further added, “Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”
We unravel the mysterious parts of our soul to ourselves when we are on a journey. Traveling never goes to waste/uncultivated as we never return unlearned. It manages to change you slightly inside out each time you go to a place unknown. On many of my traveling journeys, I realized, in the larger scheme of universe everything makes sense, which we tend to forget during the monotonous routine of our lives. We worry. We scream and make ourselves crazy. Traveling acquaints you with the fact that nothing is worth going berserk and bonkers
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