I walk from my cubical down a long hall. I look to my left and see the lady that sits next to me. She stares at her computer and doesn’t look up- I envy her.
I tell her about a new place I would like to visit. I tell her about my dreams of going here or there and she stares there blankly at her computer- I envy her.
I drive home and call my friend. I tell her how I found a really cheap flight online. I told her all the places I wanted to go and how I couldn’t decide on which. She asked me how I have time for that- I envy her
To the 30% of adults that have never flown on a plane. To that percent of adults who have never felt that freedom and the excitement to travel and explore a new corner of the world- I envy you.
To the people who feel big resorts are the only way to travel. To the people who have no desire to meet the locals and feel there joy.- I envy you
I envy all of you. I envy never having to feel that emptiness inside. I envy never having to constantly feel broken when I am not exploring every corner of the world. I envy never having to feel that pain constantly throbbing within my soul to explore. I envy never having to feel that broken. I envy never feeling the need to learn about other cultures and learn how they live. I envy never having to go through that pain. I envy never having to feel like if I’m not traveling I’m not living. To you whose cure for happiness doesn’t lye on a plane and live within a suitcase.
I envy you.
“We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us”