Navigating what you’re going to do with your life sounds daunting. The reality is that the moves you make matter and sure, they sort of do determine the course of your life and all your future opportunities. Eh, but nothing is permanent.
Traveling is a great activity and mode for gaining perspective and finding the source of who you are. When you take yourself out of your usual role and context in the life you’ve carefully (or not so carefully) constructed, there is blankish slate for you to start to draw out some options. Traveling also makes you realize that all the minutiae you think matters doesn’t matter. Who cares who’s going to come out with the first driverless cars? Yes, these things can change our world pretty fundamentally, but I don’t know that they’re at the core of where meaning comes from. We don’t engage with that often enough. We are human beings, not just a string of technological events we create, engage in, or are excluded from that we like to label progress. All that is meaningful in that way seems relegated to our private lives rather than our collective sense of belonging. There are probably just too many of us out there. It’s hard to see that we’re all part of the same continuous blob if we zoom out far enough. Continue reading Shit might be getting real
