Something hit me recently.
I read this line:
“All the shit we collect throughout our lives means nothing. We come with nothing. We leave with nothing. The shit you buy will get sold, given away, or scrapped. It makes more sense to take that money and travel.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Never in my life have I felt happier than when I was on the road.
There’s something about it.
I believe every gadget, every upgrade, every “thing” we own — big or small — eventually ends up in someone else’s hands or in a landfill.
But the memories?
The places you’ve been, the people you’ve met, the moments that burned themselves into your mind — those stay forever.
They become you.
You’ll take them to your grave.
That’s why traveling should be high on your list of priorities.
I once saw a video of a guy walking the streets, asking older people what they’d do if they were young again.
And every single one of them — without hesitation — answered the same thing:
Travel more.
