The Truth of Travel: The One Thing No One Is Telling You About Travel

 Everyday women in Rio De Janeiro in the 1970's 

Everyday women in Rio De Janeiro in the 1970's 

There’s a different way to do it. It’s not all about going and getitng wasted with people you half like, spending all your money on crappy food and sugary drinks, lowering your self-worth by sleeping around with guys who aren’t even into you, and then returning to work on Monday wondering who you are and where is your money and who are you, as a person, anyways?

There’s another way. A way that uses travel as a tool for wellbeing. A vehicle to become the person you really are. The person you are here to be. The person who spreads light into this world, because you’ve first found it in yourself.
 

People have journeyed since the beginning of time to go on pilgrimages of self-discovery. This is nothing new. People have gone to the ends of the earth, not to see the place, but to see the person they become along the way.

But here’s the thing: the travel industry is a a one of the world's largest industries. There is money up the ying yang in travel. This means there is marketing up the ying yang in travel. And the cheesy messages and tacky marketing not only make people think that Cabo and Cancun is the only option for a trip. It’s also programmed us well-meaning humans to believe that in order to have an “experience we will never forget” we need to be so blacked out that we actually don’t rememeber a damn day.

 

And what really happens, when people come into towns where people live, with jobs, and families? They air their dirty laundry all over the place. They get wasted and fool around and leave litter on the beach and leave. There’s no consciousness or intention behind it. It’s reckless, it’s foolish, it’s not classy. And then the family and the town is left with the trash and the cheating—or whatever else happened—and the people go back with their plastic souvenirs and
hard-boiled pride.

This isn’t me just getting ranty (okay, a little bit) but it comes from locals who’ve told me these stories. Mostly it comes from my own experience, because time and again I’ve felt the transformative power of travel, when it’s used as that.

This other way. The mass consumerism and commercialism and tacky greed. This is not travel. This is not what it’s about. And it’s definitely not the spirit of the journey.

There’s a difference between a person who comes back from a trip and is so transformed everyone can’t help but stare at them when they walk into a room, because they exude a powerful energy, a deep inner knowing, a radiant light. Versus the person who comes back from a trip ten pounds heavier with a load of stories they half remember and take a week just to feel like a human again.

The difference is the process. The intention. The approach.

Why not use it as a tool to become more of the person you really are, the person your soul is dying to become? If you let it, traveling will take you there. She will reveal.