The clouds in summer are as ever-changing as our thoughts. As the days pass by, the world is evolving.
When the sun comes out again, night fades and the day arises.
This is all just a metaphor, though.
At this stage in life, it’s almost certain that one has experienced some form of heartbreak. Losing a family member, growing apart from a lover or having to see someone close drift further and further away- these are all difficult.
I suppose this week has seen a lot of change. Change like the clouds that drift away and reveal the light. Next Tuesday, I’m going to Greece. This place is somewhere that is held deep in my heart, that I love above most places and that I wish I had grown up in.
From a young age, I’ve travelled across Greece with my family. Amongst the rocky hills, dusty footpaths and smiley locals, it’s hard to feel like you don’t belong and even more difficult to return home.
During times like this, whilst strolling quietly along the water front or looking back at an experience to appreciate its splendour, that you truly realise how special life is.
Visit anywhere in the world and the one thing that is hard to escape is the importance of the family unit to life itself. Grandparents live with younger generations of their children and grandchildren. Neighbours are also like the family, dropping off groceries and running errands for the elderly. Colleagues offer support during times of trouble.
This is why I travel; to see this beauty in the family unit.
I’ll be travelling in the middle of July and if I could stay, I’d stay there forever. Since starting a new job near home, I guess that wouldn’t necessarily fit in with the tranquillity of the Greek Isles. I often wonder if it would be possible to pursue a career in Journalism whilst living in Crete or Cephalonia. I have been told the main employment is in Tourism and Hospitality. There certainly wouldn’t be the trivial scandals of the Kardashians or ‘botched-up boob jobs’ to report on. On second thought, there would be more in the way of emotionally-charged investigative work which is the reason I chose to be a writer in the first place. Life in Athens, for example, is a daily struggle against governmental corruption and riots since the recession.
This question ultimately led me to discover a blog by Arise and Go, who note that actually, true beauty is found in the most unlikely of places. Iraq, in the aftermath of the civil war, in Tulsa, where ‘life is chaotic and always crazy, but there are no surprises’ or in China, where capitalism and communism clash frequently.
Aiming to travel well, keeping our eyes wide open to the world around us and loving everyone we meet is the only way to see the ‘everyday extraordinaries’. It isn’t work, possessions or money that make us happier people. It is, contrary to popular belief, our family, friends and the people we meet on our journeys that make us more fulfilled human beings.
This blog post will take the limelight for this week because, to be quite frank, the reason I travel is similar to Martha’s. I want to appreciate the extraordinary in the most ordinary of places.