Why do we travel? What does our journey mean, beyond the natural desire to move from one place to another? Do we only travel to see a new horizon and meet new people, or do we also travel to find ourselves?
Honestly, I don’t think we travel just to go where we’ve never been before and see different ways of life: there must be a deeper reason that keeps us packing our suitcases and leaving for new adventures.
That’s why at the end of a journey we often realize that we haven’t simply travelled to find “it” or “them”, but even to run away from our everyday life, to gather experiences and feel emotions outside of our normal comfort zone, to change perspective on things, to break down prejudices and, above all, to investigate the depths of our soul.
Among all the metaphors that have been used to explain travel, perhaps this quote of St. Augustine describes, better than any other phrase, the reason why we should consider the end of a journey as the beginning of a new one: “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”