I’ve heard it said that every road is one step further from home. But I’ve come to know home as a deeply internal place. For me, every road is one step closer to the purist idea of home I will ever know.
People seem to be more outspoken when they travel, I’ve noticed. It can often appear cheap, even in-genuine. Why doesn’t that depth or passion come out in every day life? But I’m starting to think it makes sense. We are on a roller coaster of normalcy. Repeating the same patterns daily. Looking at needs through a basic threshold of comfort. Often when we travel, especially in more primitive ways, we are catapulted from the realm of normalcy and forced to problem solve in ways we don’t have to in the daily routine. And most of all- we are propelled to look at foreign places and people up-close, without the lens of 11 o’ clock news directives. The circuitous response of societal living no longer works out on the road. Hierarchical needs are different out here. What goes outside, doesn’t go in civilization. Unfamiliarity takes our thoughts to new places and cultivates a perspective that repetitive patterns don’t allow. That space is vital to understanding the unique layers of our own personhood and shaping a reality that is bigger than the sheltered world we all live. Travel may not be encouraged in the workplace and demands of life. But I would say it is absolutely essential to thoughtful and engaged human existence.
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