What’s traveling, and so why do we do it?
Recently, as I have been trying to pinpoint all of the reasons I am feeling extremely restless, I have also been thinking lots about the dynamics of traveling on the whole. And wondering the reason I’ve such an insatiable desire to do it.
Ask this to 50 people that are different, and you will likely get 50 various answers. The dictionary cannot actually create its mind; definitions include: “to go,” “to journey,” “to action in a certain direction.” All of these surely seem to be vaguely love travel. Nevertheless, I would hazard to say that traveling is a lot more than movement.
“To journey” would possibly hone in on the definition of mine of travel. It means moving or even running far from one location and ending in other, with some sort of substantial experience in between. This’s certainly the heart of travel. Though travel is not that clear cut.
There’s not only one form of journey. You will find the types of trips which Have set destinations and itineraries – such as a cruise, and guided tour, in which the tourist is merely along for the drive. And then you will discover the types of trips which lack a roadmap, and maybe consist only loosely of plans and destinations. These types of journeys are able to change at any time along the road; they’re able to adjust, and usually force the traveler to adjust together with them.
It’s this second type of journey that many believe to become “real travel” – traveling that changes who you’re and also just how you view the world. Indeed, maybe this second travel type does open itself as many as more possibilities for self-discovery and self-reflection, but, in the event it boils down to it, a journey – of any kind – can continue to be considered travel. That brings me to my next question:
So why do we travel?
All of it starts out with a desire to be someplace that we are not. And it is usually after we arrive in that someplace (or whenever we return from it) which many other reasons to travel arise.
We travel for numerous reasons, though I believe it is interesting to note that vacations are known as “getaways.” Most frequently, we travel for getting from one thing – whether it is a terrible job, a stereotype, a relationship, or only a nagging feeling of wanderlust. Sometimes, we do not really realize that we’re traveling to escape. But also just a brief vacation to the beach or maybe an unfamiliar city is able to function as an escape – an escape coming from perform, responsibilities and stress that we’re considered bad with in your own home.
Through this particular escape, a traveler often loosens up, enabling exploration, find, and learning. We immerse ourselves in fresh cultures, try new food, get ourselves into unpleasant circumstances, and find things about ourselves which we may find surprising. It’s simple to get high off the feeling of anonymity which may be encountered while on the street. It does not matter much whether it is a 5 day cruise or even a year long round-the-world trip – if no one knows you, you usually feel free for breaking out of the shell of yours.
This independence of ability and anonymity to challenge and re invent ourselves through travel typically results in self-discovery. Many travelers are going to acknowledge they travel to “find” things – maybe a sense of purpose; responses to life ‘s questions; or even only the heart of who they’re. Usually, we return from a trip better able to pinpoint the strengths of ours and (perhaps much more importantly) identify the weaknesses of ours.
And, in discovering a new feeling of person, we as tourists often feel forced to continue visiting other countries to be able to acquire much better understandings of them, also. We would like to see more, hear more often, as well as delve in the center of an area or maybe individuals – we ultimately aim for total immersion. We would like to understand exactly where we fit in.
When you take a look at all of the reasons folks travel, and recognize how one reason is able to logically lead to the following, I assume it is not hard to know how a small taste can result in an insatiable drive to always be on the action. The need to go – to enjoy, to find out – cannot be cured by a brief vacation. In reality, I would argue that a short vacation usually simply would make the traveling bug bite that a lot tougher.
Am I the only person that thinks this way? I know I am not.
In reality, as I am composing this, I am reminded of a travel novel I read through a couple of yrs back: “The Songlines,” by Bruce Chatwin. The guide is basically a means for the writer to delve into the story of Aboriginal songlines – songs the “ancestors” sang to take the planet into becoming, and natives continue to sing right now to “build” the landscape of a particular spot. Chatwin notes the songlines are intended being sung at a walking speed, because the Aboriginals had been historically a nomadic folks. Nowadays, still, they usually disappear – barefooted – for use “on walkabout.”
Chatwin utilizes the next one half of “The Songlines” to muse on the dynamics of male as being a nomad. He concludes that, maybe we’re extremely restless as a species since we were designed to be nomads. The boots of ours (or at minimum our feet) truly were created for walkin’.
It is a fascinating theory, and surely would explain why a lot of travelers wind up experiencing restless and tied down whenever they remain in a single place for long. If we had been created for near constant action and also a nomadic lifestyle, it is not surprising that our past is loaded with issues as conquest and exploration. It is not surprising that, for so long as humans have been on this world, they’ve searched for something… whenever possible. Moved from one place to yet another within seo of that particular “better life,” only to either not think it is, or find it and become bored with it and move on once again.
And so maybe my insatiable desire to go – to get away from, to be anonymous, to learn myself and others – is simply built in; predisposed. Perhaps 100’s of years of evolution have simply didn’t squash that nomadic gene coming from the makeup of mine, and today I am simply stuck with it.
That, obviously, leads me to question a string of rhetorical questions: Will I actually be content? Will I be in a position to 1 day set up the feet of mine and settle down? Or perhaps will the travel bug consistently be buzzing beside the ear of mine, taunting me for the majority of my life?
And, in case it’s there, flapping its traveling buggy wings at me all of the time, will I care about it?
Most likely not. That nagging feeling of wanderlust – one that usually should go unfulfilled – has turned into a part of who I’m. I recognize the urge of mine to travel, and also understand the reasons it continually tugs at me. And I am ok with it. Because I always know that, sometime within the future, I will be off on an additional adventure. There’ll be new spot to explore, new person to meet, new story to tell. And anticipating that “sometime” is usually all I need.