The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. (Into The Wild - Jon Krakauer)
I never rode an airplane when I was a kid. My first road trip to the far north of Luzon took place when I was ten. All those young years I traveled not through planes or cars but through books. I read adventures of people going to places. They experience life in a way no one could while being stuck in their own homes. They walked around unfamiliar streets. They meet an array of personalities. Each encounter opened their mind to a bigger world. Frankly, I want to experience that every single day of my life.
I wanted to have my own adventure. I wanted to stop reading about other people's stories and start writing my own. I may have started late and I may be doing smaller steps than others. But that doesn't stop me from writing my own stories and capturing memories through photographs with my three-year old point and shoot camera. I travel because I seek adventure. I travel to have a more open eye and mind.
It is when you travel that you are pushed beyond limitations. You leave your own safe bubble. You are tested to become a better person. You develop a self of identity while being lost in a foreign land.
There's also no such feeling as coming home after being away. You learn to appreciate the simple things you've taken from granted before you were away. You appreciate the unlimited gravy in your local fast food chain because other countries charge you for one small cup. You indulge in that cheap cup of Milo because it became an expensive luxury when you were in another country.
Then there's that sense of enlightenment every time I'm away from home. I remember my friend telling me she is in the "I don't need a boyfriend" state while she was in Vigan. I told her it was because of the place. New places tend to give me a sense of accomplishment, confidence and independence.
I am to do more as the years pass. I am yet to hitchhike, do my own RTW and backpack around the Philippines.
(This was inspired by this post and this tumblog)
I never rode an airplane when I was a kid. My first road trip to the far north of Luzon took place when I was ten. All those young years I traveled not through planes or cars but through books. I read adventures of people going to places. They experience life in a way no one could while being stuck in their own homes. They walked around unfamiliar streets. They meet an array of personalities. Each encounter opened their mind to a bigger world. Frankly, I want to experience that every single day of my life.
I wanted to have my own adventure. I wanted to stop reading about other people's stories and start writing my own. I may have started late and I may be doing smaller steps than others. But that doesn't stop me from writing my own stories and capturing memories through photographs with my three-year old point and shoot camera. I travel because I seek adventure. I travel to have a more open eye and mind.
It is when you travel that you are pushed beyond limitations. You leave your own safe bubble. You are tested to become a better person. You develop a self of identity while being lost in a foreign land.
There's also no such feeling as coming home after being away. You learn to appreciate the simple things you've taken from granted before you were away. You appreciate the unlimited gravy in your local fast food chain because other countries charge you for one small cup. You indulge in that cheap cup of Milo because it became an expensive luxury when you were in another country.
Then there's that sense of enlightenment every time I'm away from home. I remember my friend telling me she is in the "I don't need a boyfriend" state while she was in Vigan. I told her it was because of the place. New places tend to give me a sense of accomplishment, confidence and independence.
I am to do more as the years pass. I am yet to hitchhike, do my own RTW and backpack around the Philippines.
(This was inspired by this post and this tumblog)
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