I could never wrap my mind around why someone would not ever want to or care to travel to foreign countries. Travel, next to life experiences involving pain, is the best educator, because you don’t really know anything until you do.
The first time I ever heard someone tell me that he’d much rather stay in his bubble, and that he preferred the comfort of what he’s known his whole life, I was baffled. The idea of that was so foreign to me. You do yourself such a disfavor by not going outside of your bubble, and hearing, seeing, and experiencing what someone else in a different part of the world, or even country, hears, sees, and experiences. How could anyone be satisfied with just one point of view? How could anyone be satisfied with knowing just one thing?
Why would you not want to walk cobblestones that have been around for centuries? Have you ever walked in the same garden a king once strolled, wondering what he used to talk about while taking his daily stroll on the very ground you are now creating footprints on?
I remember joking with my brother when we were at Versailles, wondering what Louis XIV would say as he frolicked through the mazes and beneath the cool shade of the trees. “Hmm, I think I’ll go to war with England today.” “Let’s form a treaty with Spain, and betroth our daughter to the Crown Prince of Spain.” We laughed. It was funny the conversations we made up. But it was also magical.
To walk into a cathedral, that smells like centuries of faith and adoration. If I lived in Paris, I’d climb the hill to go to mass at the Sacre Coeur every Sunday.
We’re so interconnected these days, but still many people would rather judge and hate what they don’t know, what they don’t understand, and what is unfamiliar to them. That’s why we ever get lost in translation—not because we speak different languages, but because we choose to not understand each other. It’s the easier way out…or is it?
The funny thing is that we’re really all quite similar—at least in what we want, our dreams, and our hopes. I’m pretty sure it is this realization that got me into law school. I remember the Dean commenting on my acceptance letter about this portion of my essay. I’ve never had anyone respond on any kind of acceptance letter like that.
I know some people like to go on vacation and just lay half naked, or fully naked, on a beach for 10 days until their skin looks like that of an untasty lobster. If you’re one of those people, I encourage you to at least take a day or two in whatever city you’re in to explore it and soak it up. Soak everything up—other than just the sun, that is.
Ignorance may be bliss, but knowledge is happiness. Yes, knowledge is happiness even in all the pain that exists in knowledge, because then you can love more and love deeper. And everyone deserves love now don't they?
BIG LOVE & HUGS