Traveling connects your mind with your soul. Without a culture or people to feel accountable to, without a language to lean on, you are left with…you. You begin to discover the innate commonality between all people. There is an identity to be had separate from the molding of society, organized religion, politics, even the people you love. Traveling is not a thorough enough verb for what I am talking about. Traveling is the simple task of stepping on foreign soil. I am talking about inhaling life one city, one person at a time. Going to where the people are and breathing it in as if it were oxygen. This requires an effort to be a part of a life you don’t understand yet. I guarantee you, most people in France could care less about the Eiffel Tower. It’s like going to the White House to understand America. We seek after colorful pamphlets and subject ourselves to long bus tours. We want to feel adventurous, educated, entitled, and experienced. But we loose the only thing worth gaining from our travels, and that is perspective. When you see the world through the eyes of a high schooler, or an old uuiger man in the countryside of China, you find a part of your humanity you didn’t know you had. A kind of life that fills you to the brim with questions and compassion for the people you’ve met and the ones you might never hear of. The most valuable moments of my life are moments where God shows me a peek of himself in His creation, in a person, in a new language, in a new culture. Little snapshots of God’s touch on humanity. Perspective. Recognizing people around the globe are all looking for the same answers. Seeking grace, peace, love, and acceptance. Go somewhere. Gain some perspective
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