On Traveling: To Learn to Live | mason wang

It’s so beautiful here. From one of the peaks in Jizzakh, I look out over Uzbekistan's rural mountains, alongside my friends from college, a few donkeys, a portable speaker blasting Future, and some of the locals. This last year, I’ve flown over eighty thousand miles to explore other states, countries, and continents. I confess to you now that throughout most of these trips, I didn’t really know what it was all for. They say traveling is important, and that my hometown Saratoga is dreary to stay in. I even begin echoing that to others, preaching the importance of seeing the world while not really being able to articulate any profound lessons. I guess I’m just sort of skeptical of it all. But when I look out now, seeing the clouds cast shadows over endless green-gray terrain and hearing my friends’ voices drowned out by the wind, I just feel so small. I wonder if this is it—if this is the point of traveling. I think hard to find a comparable memory or place but can’t come up with anythi

It’s so beautiful here. From one of the peaks in Jizzakh, I look out over Uzbekistan's rural mountains, alongside my friends from college, a few donkeys, a portable speaker blasting Future, and some of the locals. This last year, I’ve flown over eighty thousand miles to explore other states, countries, and continents. I confess to you now that throughout most of these trips, I didn’t really know what it was all for. They say traveling is important, and that my hometown Saratoga is dreary to stay in. I even begin echoing that to others, preaching the importance of seeing the world while not rea