Sometimes when traveling, I wonder about the purpose of my trip... and my life. By the standards of many, I'm wasting time. Of, course a lot of those folks probably don't realize how much work I am doing while I travel, so as to keep my skills sharp and my travel sustainable... but that's not what I want to talk about today.
Today I want to share with you my feelings about the purpose of life and why I am traveling. I promise, it won't be as boring as that sounds.
In college I studied philosophy, which everyone knows is perfectly useless. Cute California classmates would consistantly ask me, "Why are you studying that?" In fact, I was asked this question so often that I can still remember my canonical response... I would lean over, look directly into my interlocutor's pretty blue eyes, and with a slow sophomor[ic] grin I'd say, "Well, why do people surf? Why do they dance or make love? Why does it feel so good to jump in the ocean? I study philosophy for the same reason."
Obviously, I was an insufferable asshole. But that's not the point. It wasn't even the truth...Read More