How did this whole thing happen?
Where did this passion to travel and serve come from?
For many people that I talk to, they usually have two takes on what I am doing. They are both excited and amazed or wondering if will I be safe, secure and comfortable.
For those who have questioned the later. All I can say is that I haven’t put much thought into it.
I have such a desire to go, it’s overwhelming. As most of my family and friends know, these past three years since graduating high school I have taken trips out west and overseas. I remember reflecting back in grade twelve discussing with my peers which University we will be going to. I followed the herd and applied to universities and got accepted into Saint Marys. Still throughout this process, my heart strings were pulling me to travel. I declined from my acceptance to SMU and started researching places I wanted to travel to.
And here I am, still traveling.
Why do I have this drive? Why don’t I concern myself with safety, security and being comfortable?
My answer is that it’s a God thing….. 😉
Is there something currently or has been in your life that has penetrated you to the core? Something positive that you thought about consistently, enjoyed practicing and delighted deeply in? Something that others can’t understand about you?
Travel is that for me. Beyond the interactions with cultures and landscapes, it’s the people I meet. I love people. I love listening to stories, thoughts, reflections and their insights. They are what evoke this love and keep me yearning for more.
Before writing this blog, I was reminded about a photo I have in my room of the tunnel of a wave. The artist’s name is Clark Little. I watched an interview with Little describing why he goes out into the surf to be pounded by the waves.
He says these words, “Honestly I go out there because I love being thrashed.”
In the very same way I travel because I love being challenged.
Clark Little Photography
