Escape with a writer — pick up a book and read
“You need to travel, see the world; it is the only way to broaden your way of thinking.” My husband tries to persuade me this is the only way to really educate myself about the world. This may be partially true, I agree.
It’s wonderful to travel, but how much do you really see? How do you view the places you have been? Unless you live there and mingle with the culture, how do you really gain an educated view?
So, I tell him where I’ve been with an exaggerated smile. I have traveled around the world, embraced other cultures and even sipped tea with the queen while practicing elegant grace.
My heart wrapped around Anne Frank, a victim of the Holocaust; I stayed right beside her, praying she would escape Hitler’s impending horror. I have experienced the past and delved head first into the future.
I watched in breathtaking awe as lions pranced beneath the vivid colors of Africa’s sky. I was there when Achilles cried out and rode into war. I saw with my own eyes men fight, bleed and die.
Philosophers took the time to offer me wisdom. I broke bread with the natives; they taught me to see the beauty of nature and how our lives are interconnected with every living being.
I cried with Princess Diana as I realized mental solitude was her life’s goal. She showed me how fame and riches can never fulfill raw human need. I even met with Jesus on the road to Damascus; he showed me that love is the only thing in life that really matters.
I laughed along with the Jewish people as they grandly celebrated Yom Kippur; I saw how we are different, yet exactly the same. I shared in humility as the Muslims fasted for a long hot month during Ramadan. I saw that their sacrifice was a yearly reminder to be grateful for comfort and to not forget those who suffer.
I required no ticket to go where I’ve been. Instead, I laid down my views and for a moment took up those of another.
I picked up a book and met the writer on his or her plane. It is here that I dream, play what-ifs, or try on another way of living for a time. As I merge with the writer, we become one, bigotry erases and a grander mentality submerges. I am given a set of glasses that allow me to see, relate to other cultures, and invite unity. The empathy I gained helped me to see through another’s eyes, and built a bridge across cultures, causing my own ignorance to die.
Go escape with the writer, experience the plane of “what if.” I am sure when you come back, you will agree, there really is no better way to travel and broaden your way of thinking.
Go pick up a book and read.