Travel Is Just a Means to an End—Turning Your Life into an Encyclopedia of Lessons from the World
At 27, I’ve gradually made my way through 26 countries across Europe, Asia, Australia, and beyond—and that number will definitely keep climbing. (Yes, yes, so will my age...)
But traveling around the world was never my dream. So far, I’ve simply visited some of the places I’ve dreamed about, and travel is how I made that happen.
To me, travel isn’t about how many places you’ve visited or how many spectacular views you’ve seen. Even traveling as cheaply as possible isn’t the point—it’s merely a means of fulfilling a dream. The real meaning of travel lies in what changes afterward. No matter how near or far the destination, or whether the trip lasts a few days or several months, every journey has its own meaning. Even if you return feeling disappointed, as though nothing has changed, time has already been quietly colored by the experience.