
Joy amidst Trivialities, Akihibara, Tokyo, Japan, July 2009
From an introduction to Alain de Botton’s The Art of Travel:
Few things are as exciting as the idea of travelling somewhere else. But the reality of travel seldom matches our daydreams. The tragi-comic disappointments are well-known: the disorientation, the mid-afternoon despair, the lethargy before ancient ruins. And yet the reasons behind such disappointments are rarely explored.
We are inundated with advice on where to travel to; we hear little of why we should go and how we could be more fulfilled doing so. The Art of Travel is a philosophical look at the ubiquitous but peculiar activity of travelling ‘for pleasure’, with thoughts on airports, landscapes, museums, holiday romances, photographs, exotic carpets and the contents of hotel mini-bars. The book mixes personal thought with insights drawn from some of the great figures of the past. Unlike existing guidebooks on travel, it dares to ask what the point of travel might be – and modestly suggests how we could learn to be less silently and guiltily miserable on our journeys.
Do the realities of travel live up to our dreams?
First, a step back: do the realities of your life live up to your dreams?
Secondly, does it even matter?
The popular disdain for packaged tours and tourists by “dedicated” travelers is understandable but fundamentally misplaced; all travelers are created equal. Tourists and travelers have the right to experience a place and a destination in their own way, for their own reasons, safe from judgment.
As much I enjoy attempting to live the conscious life, sometimes I wonder if being blissfully ignorant would be better for my mind, heart and soul. Perhaps dreams are enough for us at certain points in our lives, for certain places, for certain “experiences”.
In the end, it doesn’t matter what I think: what matters is what you think. The fruits of your life are the only validation you need.
Spurred by a comment by Lee Torrens.
