|My little LA LA world|
|Travel puts things in perspective|
Yet, all this nonsense becomes secondary and obsolete in the scale of cosmic things, when the ratio of my world is shrank to a nanomilimeter in a direct proportion to the number of miles travelled.
Nonsense of my world
Miles travelled = Ego
|Looking at my life from the top|
Flying high above cumulus clouds, not being able to even see the traces of earthly terrain, my perception of what I mean in this world is greatly diminished and rather depressing. I become this tiny, insignificant, slow-crawling insect on a sidewalk of the world, avoiding getting squashed by the sandals of capricious external forces.
|Am I an insect ready to be squashed?|
IS TRAVEL A WAY OF LEARNING HOW TO BE HUMBLE AGAIN?
|Discovering yourself while discovering new sites|
The one important value of true travel is not only to discover new sites, but to discover yourself while being there.
This rather simple concept is rather shocking realization to my overfed obese ego living in its special "la-la world" where I am the queen. By traveling I'm removed from the comforts of my known matrix, where "court" habits, associations and comforts made me the center of my world, a gravitational black hole that sucks in everything around me.
|Getting the right perspective|
Travel is like a detox treatment, removing all the impurities of selfishness, shedding pounds of ego and looking at the world and yourself with a brand new healthy attitude.
Travel is a toast to life bigger than myself and I'm invited to raise my glass.
Travel is my snappy rubber band to yank me right back into long-term perspective of my own life.
Travel is recharging my understanding of myself as insignificant in the grand scale of time, space and relativity.
|Looking at the grand scale of time, space and relativity|
|Bump on the road in my journey|