On travel

There is much to be said of travel. There is much to be said about the flaws and downfalls of society. And there is much to be said of independence, of ultimate freedom, that often leads to loneliness.

For me, the purpose of travel, or of choosing to be free, is to understand. To understand others as much as myself, to understand the wonders of nature, and that no amount of wisdom gained from any experience means knowing. For as far as I have understood, no one ever really knows anything. We put our trust in faith and call it truth -- but even truth is indefinable, so we put our faith in trust.

To open our eyes to the world, to push ourselves out of our comfort zones, is to expose ourselves to humility and teach ourselves trust. And somewhere along this path is the undying hope of discovering that ever-elusive truth, even though we may never truly uncover it, for we can never truly know it. At least not in this life.