This past week as I tried to make it into Australia I was met with some inconveniences via United. First, Jonas kept me from arriving on time. Then I managed to sit down on a plane destined for Sydney from LAX, and 3 hours later was deboarded due to mechanical issues. It made me question why I was doing this. What was worth these three days of torture? I got my answer upon walking to the Harbour.
I remember when I was in high school and had to learn about stress management in Health. We were asked to draw a picture of our happy place, and the only place I could imagine was the Harbour, somewhere I had never even been. Walking down the pier, I was reminded of this memory, and the fact that I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to get to see my “happy place” in person, nonetheless get to live there for 4 months. So while I’m sure there are many reasons why we travel, I would have to argue that the most important is fulfillment. Whether it be fulfilling a childhood dream, fulfilling wanderlust, or any other form of fulfillment, what becomes most important is the need to feel complete, to feel like a goal was achieved.
Per human nature, we like to run on schedules and turn our days into a series of habitual requirements, but travel interrupts that. It makes us feel like we’re doing something important and meaningful. It reminds us that there’s more to life than our 9-5 schedules, and that there’s more to the world than the route we take everyday. Seeing the world is so effective at the emotional fulfillment we’re all looking for because it reminds us that our tunnel vision lives maybe shouldn’t be so tunnel vision after all. It reminds us to look beyond ourselves and to remember the bigger picture. I think those humble reminders are irreplaceable, and that’s why I’ll continue to recommend taking the time to travel to everyone I talk to.