For me when I decided to finally leave home and the comfort of life in the States, I had created this world outside where people spent less time working, more time with their community, and were happy and fulfilled with their jobs. I came to find out that in reality, many here work the same amount and in the same ways that people in the States do. Unfortunately there are many here in more extreme poverty, and when people try to work their way out of poverty it is often a long battle for years making 3-4$ a day, scarcely enough to provide for the families that they all start at very young ages*.
*People are more sexually active from a younger age, and there is less access to birth-control options. I also took a history course in college (university) that talked about the different stages of population in developing countries, and it is in our nature to reproduce more when people have less access to medicine, because more of our off-spring are likely to die before they have time to reproduce. (The population in Europe and the U.S. is now actually only increasing because of immigration)
Sex-history lesson aside, it is very difficult for many here, but there are many with opportunities similar to mine in the U.S. The world is really inheriting a global economy. Many of the larger cities that I have visited have the exact same structure as in all developed countries. So recently I have started to ask myself if the world is really that different anywhere? I mean there are certainly different landscapes, different languages, different cities/art/values...but aren't the people similar everywhere? We all use language and art to express ourselves, we have rural areas where peoples values are different from those in the cities and vice versa. People go out on the weekends for entertainment, perform similar tasks during the week, and travel the same as me.
Naturally this lead me to question why I decided to travel. At first, like I mentioned, I had this dream of a different world where there were people who's values aligned more similarly with mine. Recently I have come to another conclusion, perhaps "I/we" travel to understand ourselves more. Certainly not an original thought. However, I think I have a better answer than the stereotypical idiom, "I want to find myself." I think that when we say we want to find ourselves, we really are trying to be more honest with ourselves. Each day, many go to a job that they don't enjoy, they lie to their mind and tell themselves, if I do this job, it will provide security and stability for me and allow me to do what I really want. This lie perpetuates for so long that we lose sight of what else we had wanted to do originally. When we lose the purpose behind our work we lose faith and begin to question what we are doing. In order to break the repetitive cycle we must escape the boundaries that society has placed on us. When traveling, you can be whoever you want. An asshole who only cares for themselves, a saint who is selfless and helps the needy, a child who is simply captivated by whatever comes in passing on that particular day. The options are endless and there is no fear of people making judgements because you can leave the place and people behind in an instant. As we try out these lives we become aware of what our deepest values are and re-align ourselves allowing us to refocus our minds and find purpose behind what we do again!
What are your thoughts on travel, and why "we" travel? Leave a comment below...thanks for reading!