What is life?
Is it the daily routine or the adventure? The whole "Working for the weekend" idea is the reality we endure in our culture. When we talk about life, our memories gravitate to our adventures, misadventures and places we have been, chances we took. Yes, those are our "glory days". It has me wondering if travel IS life and our daily routine is how most of us define comfort and stability.
Never in the history of man have we been so mobile, yet most of us cling to a small bubble of a world. When we leave that bubble, it is an adventure. We learn, grow, and experience things in the Bigger World. Travel changes us, and it need not be to the other side of the world but then again, why not? I think our country would be a better place if everyone were able to visit a 3rd world country for a week. To see that not everyone lives like us and has what we take for granted, and yet they are happy. To see that there is suffering that we never considered, social norms that we never conceived, craftsmanship untold, food we have never tasted and beauty we have never seen in the midst of it all- that is profound learning.
So is life learning or existing? Adventure or station-keeping?
Have I spent my life majoring in the minors?
