I’ve traveled quite a bit in the last few years.
Here’s how I view travel…
Travel isn’t going to magically make you a better person, it’s not going to make you a millionaire, it’ not going to open previously closed doors…
What it is going to do is give you perspective.
You want to know something funny?
I never cared too much about money until I saw how poor people live.
And I mean really poor people, I’m not talking about those lazy, whining babies in America.
I’m talking about people who grow up in homemade shacks, quietly crying themselves to sleep because it rains every night and the rain seeps through the cracks of the shack into the bed (floor and light blanket, actually).
I’m talking about people who view sunglasses as luxuries for rich people.
Until I saw people like this I wasn’t terribly obsessed with making money, I was happy by just making enough to live well.
Until I met people who say “I wish I could do what you do, but it’s not possible for me” and mean it, I didn’t really understand just how great it is to be born in the west.
I live in Vietnam (in luxury) but in a million years I would never want to be Vietnamese. Being born Vietnamese in Vietnam would be awful.
But living here gives me perspective.
I didn’t know how important financial security was until I saw people who really don’t have it.
It’s not until you meet people who have nothing do you realise how wonderful something is.