When asked recently how travel has changed me, I can honestly say I had to sit and ponder the question for some time before giving a straight enough answer. I’ve written previously about the lessons I have learned from travel, but for some reason this question, be it intentional or otherwise, presented itself a little too differently.
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end
Upon reflection, I could see that my past 5 months travelling the world had indeed changed me beyond belief. There were noticeable changes others had picked up on – I was noticeably happier, radiating with a smile in 99% of my photos, a little heavier (who has time for a diet with buffet breakfasts), and had even been told that I appeared happier with myself. It’s true.
But if you had asked me this 4-8 weeks into my solo adventure around the world, I could not have told you these things were accurate or indeed inherently true. That leaves me to conclude that my happiness and thus change as a person has been the result of a long journey to self discovery, just as much as it has been a physical journey around the world catching planes, trains and hitching car rides with random Romanians.
If a picture tells a thousand words, my ‘through my eyes’ photos as seen on instagram will give you some insight into not only the world through my eyes, but my journey as a person.
When presented with the question “how has travel changed you?” I can come to no more accurate conclusion than “I’m not sure…but it has”.
Because that’s just it – I’m not entirely sure.
I’m not sure how this journey around the world has made me a happier person, but it has. I’m not sure why I see the world in a different, more positive and optimistic way, but I do. I’m not sure what act of kindness or otherwise made me feel something and switch my understanding of the world, but something did. I’m not sure when the change happened within me, but it did. It wasn’t the destinations – a new city, new country, new culture…. no. It was the journey. Because it’s not about a how, why, what or when…
it’s the journey that matters in the end.
Henry
August 24, 2014 at 4:55 pm“Via destinatum est” as the Romans already said 😉
Ella
June 17, 2014 at 11:36 pmYou’re doing what you love, with passion and that is probably.. no IT IS a big part of your happiness! Go girl! 🙂
Lou
June 17, 2014 at 10:59 pmGreat post, and conclusion to the question. Sometimes it is not important how, why and when it happend, just that it has.
Trudy
June 17, 2014 at 3:21 pmI have a question for you… when you are travelling by yourself, how do you get such great pictures of yourself that are not selfies? Do you ask the closest person to take them?
Christine
June 17, 2014 at 5:46 amI love this. I need to have a journey like you did. I’m just not feeling in control of my own life which makes me feel like I’m missing something.
PS…that first picture is amazing. I love it.
Aldo
June 17, 2014 at 1:52 amNicely said. The thing I love about traveling is getting to know different people and different cultures. Every time I learn something new that can help me improve my life somehow. We tend to live in this little bubble and think that our world and our way is the only way to be happy.
I tend to pick up the good vibes from places I visit, maybe you’re doing the same and it is making you happier.
Christie
June 16, 2014 at 1:35 pmWell said, Brooke. Life is all about the journey, isn’t it! A beautiful post 🙂
Betty J. Ogburn
June 16, 2014 at 11:54 am…Very beautifully stated, Brooke, :-)…