Travel teaches you things that you can never learn within the confines of the four walls of a classroom. You learn from experience, from meeting other people and from the different cultures that you encounter along the way.
You get a new perspective. Or it renews a good perspective that you already had but you had lost along the way.
In my case, it was the latter.
My recent trip to Bali was a gentle reminder of an outlook that I have lost somewhere along my journey, just because so many things have been happening at once.
Looking at the sunset and listening to the crashing of the waves reminded me that there is life beyond working 50-60 hours a week. Travel reminded me that my current emotional issues are a minuscule part of the world and that there are challenges greater than the burdens that I carry.
More importantly, travel gave me that renewed sense of self and refreshed my energy batteries, so to speak. I needed it. I needed the beach. I needed the breather.
It’s not a hundred percent back to normal yet, but this weekend’s Bali trip did me a hell lot of good.
It’s true, as they say: no matter the shit that you go through, hang on to that glimmer of hope that things will get better in the end.