When I travel, especially to other countries or far-away places, where the language and customs are different than my own (or ones I’m used to), I often think of an image of being clipped from a safety net. You think you’re going to fall, but instead you learn to fly.
Paulo Coelho, who is probably my favorite novelist at the moment, also once wrote the following on travel:
“When you travel, you experience, in a very practical way, the act of rebirth. You confront completely new situations, the day passes more slowly, and on most journeys you don’t even understand the language the people speak. So you are like a child just out of the womb. You begin to be more accessible to others because they may be able to help you in difficult situations. And you accept any small favor from the gods with great delight, as if it were an episode you would remember for the rest of your life.”
It’s from his novel, The Pilgrimage, and something I’ve found to be extremely well put as well. Allons y! Let’s fly and be reborn.
(Illustration is by the multi-talented hand of C, who can draw much better than me.)