why we travel

"We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again -- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more. The beauty of this whole process was best described, perhaps, before people even took to frequent flying, by George Santayana in his lapidary essay, "The Philosophy of Travel." We "need sometimes," the Harvard philosopher wrote, "to escape into open solitudes, into aimlessness, into the moral holiday of running some pure hazard, in order to sharpen the edge of life, to taste hardship, and to be compelled to work desperately for a moment at no matter what."

Why We Travel by Pico Iyer 

working days

Working day

another day all the same
no games no fun no meet-ups
day of 'productivity'
meetings and wasting around
there you are and bored to tears
staring vacantly at them
discussing line after line
how to sell and what to buy
prevent loss and make profit
to preserve this humdrum life?
weekends come and all seems fine
to the parks and to the malls
as we all throng the same paths
happiness on discounted racks
laughter for another time
as you reached back to home
you closed my eyes and fell asleep
waking up once again to
another day
all the same

夜深回到家〜 妈妈留了碗爱心汤：我是世界上最幸福的女儿。