I have been carefully learning the lessons it provides
These safe close-to-home experiences influenced me in a positive way. They made me realize the importance of joining with something larger than myself, larger than my immediate family. It was while I was away from my home base that wandering became a way of life for me.
This was the nascent gathering of my connectivity and my burgeoning curiosity.
When I roam, with every step away from home, there is a deviation from my norm that takes place and quietly grows with every mile. It makes me feel alive. I’ve begun to understand there is never a right time to wander. I have to dare to jump…and jump I do.
When I explore, I collect information.
When I discover, I meet new people. I experience different cultures and customs and appreciate the different belief systems in the world and this realization frees me from the trap of the comfort of sameness.
When I learn, I develop as a human being. I acquire new ways of thinking that allow me to see what works and what does not in my life.
I pursue these actions because of my
When I stall, there is fear of the possibility I will never make memories in different corners of the world. My chances for self-discovery diminish.
When I wait, there is a missed opportunity to participate in this big world I live in. How silly to hold myself back and not go somewhere I have always wanted to go –outside the confines of my mind.
When I stay, there is no expansion. If I do not venture outside my fences of familiarity, there is a chance life will become predictable and lack liveliness. I will be happier if I make the choice to go.
When I wish, I am already wandering. I never want my regret to sneak in and steal my travel desires from me. It would be unfortunate to not take chances and later learn I was sorry for not taking them.
These four inactions diminish my existence. They stunt my growth. I will not allow any failure to act - shrink my cultural intelligence.
Traveling feeds my free spirit. I crave the thrill of venturing into the unknown. I long to see new things. I like watching people in their environments. I want to see the differences of their everyday existence compared to mine. I must accept my innermost desire to learn and grow. When I ignore this yearning for adventurous acts, my heart aches. I would miss the richness that I search for and find in each moment of my travels; I would miss the search itself.
Spice Bazaar, Istanbul
I relish smelling a potpourri of aromas while walking into the spice bazaar in Istanbul, Turkey. These fragrances cannot be replicated and are inextricably attached to their exotic location. The colorful stalls overflowing with countless mounds of
The fluidity and finesse of the Romance languages is an art form to admire. I hear varying dialects and elongated sentences. They resonate in my mind when I recall wandering through a café in Seville, Spain or retro bistros in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Moai Statues, Easter Island
When I see the monstrous Rapa Nui statues
Concentration Camp, Auschwitz
The Auschwitz concentration camps I toured in Poland affected me deeply. A reflective sorrow and shock
How Travel Has Captured My Heart #travel
These international experiences continue to influence me and I long for more. I am left escaping the mundane of my everyday thoughts to the wonders of the world I have seen, already anxious for the next adventure. There is beauty hidden everywhere, often in the most unusual places. I must continue to connect with something larger than myself in order to feel alive.
I challenge you to pack your bags and find your own ways of wanderlust.
• Cole Cohen – All rights reserved
This post originally appeared on Life As a Human and has been republished with permission.