Traveling keeps me grounded. Just when pride gets ready to step in, I visit another country, city or go around the corner in my area, and realize how insignificant we sometimes are in the overall scope of things. Don’t get me wrong. We all have the power to make noteworthy impacts on the world front, and even if we don’t we are still awesome in our own right.
However, there are times when we start looking at our victories and pride tries to influence us to believe we are better than others. As soon as this starts happening, whenever you look at someone and the thought crosses your mind – travel.
Travelling keeps me humble.
The more I wander, get lost, find and experience other cultures, the less I see myself as anyone’s superior. I find that whether one walks barefooted or in louboutin, cover their hair or shave their heads, – we are all beautiful, and what we find peace in will vary and that’s fine.
Whenever my eyes beam and my pupils dilate and my jaw drops in wonderment at the seemingly miniscule things that make us different but yet so much alike – I smile. When I stand beneath centuries old trees or gaze up on mountains that soar above the cloud or watch dust covered children grinning and frolicking in the dirt while unbothered parents look on – I get a glimpse of true happiness.
Happiness is multifaceted, it’s simple and it’s everywhere and in everyone- we have but to embrace it.