This is why I travel.
With all of the chaos and darkness that has happened the past week, I’ve found myself sad. Just really sad. I couldn’t shake the hurt and heartache that I felt for the victims of the Boston bombing. I was deeply troubled by those that lost their lives and were injured in the Texas explosion. The headlines were full of atrocities that not only happened in the U.S., but also abroad. Earthquakes have torn families apart, bombs have taken life and limbs, and others continue the daily struggle of life. I don’t understand the darkness in the world and I doubt I ever will.
This is why travel is so crucial. Even when the world seems so sinister and cold, I know that there’s good out there, I’ve seen it. Not just on the TV. I know that beauty, love, and kindness is out there. Everywhere. Whether it’s people running towards a bomb in order to help the injured, or a young man offering up his seat for an elderly woman on a bus, good acts happen on the daily. And you know? That’s not going to stop.
I’ve been witness to these acts at home and abroad, by people of all nationalities and religions. From Seattle to Islamabad, we’re more alike than you think. We all laugh, we all love, we all hurt, we all bleed, we all grieve but I know with the same certainty that the sun will rise in the morning, that good will prevail, even in darkness.