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I really hear you Argo, I could have written this article verbatim. One time I was an international salesman, and did a million miles each year. Well, there was the excitement of, "will I make the sale this time?"

Everything you say; take a bunch of pictures (to prove you were there), buy a few souvenirs, complain about all the airports, take days to get over jet-lag, until moving into it again, get the most out of your ticket investment: is so right-on.

Actually, your little corner of your village is incredibly diverse, if you just go down some back alleys.

I did an ocean crossing by boat, (it was on the SS France, later sold to Norway). Then I did some travel by ship in the Mediterranean. I never did any cruises, which I think are only about over-eating rich foods.

That ocean crossing changed my life for good. What you find are "journey people". It is a whole different breed of people that ARE-HERE. In the airports of life you only find "destination people". They have to get somewhere, (in their mind). They are never fully present to meet with them. They are only loaded with all of their tickets and itineraries. When they get there, they are probably "missing in action" also. Only thinking about the return trip.

Tricia tells it like it is in her comment. Uproot your life and move there. Then you live the new experience, and not only imbibe in the tourist traps. I have always done exactly that, and am still doing it.

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Now there are 30 comments. I could "weigh-in" in some places. It boils down to a few observations.

I traveled in business, so I was fulfilling those obligations first, and the business paid.

I also saw what was there to see in those locations, as an add-on. I had enough free time.

So my work was not preventing anything that I later had to actualize.

Was that enough of life moving through the airports, and jet-lag? (BTW I learned to beat jet-lag.)

I valued freedom most, so I always traveled alone. No group coordination.

I knew the difference of passing through and moving in, since I changed my residence country twice.

I knew that I couldn't "be them", but neither could I be "old-me" any more.

What is my curiosity level? The world is very big and a lifetime is very short.

Because of the nature of "duality", every drive "out there" is an equal drive away from here/now.

Do I want to go-there; or do I really want to leave-here? What does boredom mean to me?

No; I like that other here/now. (But I am already in it every day.)

Where is the satisfaction level, since often the best part of the trip is arriving home.

(They say air travel is the most polluting.)

Fortunately my dogs and cats keep me in a stable place. I bless them for that.

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