The Point of Travel

I’ve realized, that to me, traveling is a means to an end.  The end, is to expand my horizons, and think about the world in different ways.  I have never in my life, seen so many bicyclists taking bikes instead of cars, like in the city of Copenhagen.  I’ve also never been hailed/snowed/rained on at the same time, while trying to catch snowflakes and hailstones in my mouth, while also trying to walk down the street to the grocery store to buy dinner.  It was kind of amazing because…well..I’ve never done it before.  Plain and simple.  And it was insane thinking about how the human race has figured out how to survive in terrains that seem incredibly difficult to survive in.  Humans did that.  It’s pretty neat.

I guess to me, the point of travel is to make it so that I am always seeing something new, always learning something new, and to constantly remind me that there are so many things out there that I just will never know.  The world will constantly surprise and amaze you.  And by just getting out of the place you’re in, the rut that you’re in, the daily grind that you’re in, it helps keep life in perspective.

At the end of the day, it’s almost irrelevant where I go.  The point is that I just get out there.  Leave the grind and become a different me for a while.

And see what that produces