How to Time Travel. I once met a traveler named Charlie. He… | by Brian Chesky | Medium

I once met a traveler named Charlie. He came up to me and said something I will never forget. He said, “Brian, I travel because it makes my life seem longer.” His statement perplexed me, so I asked him to explain. He continued, “When I am on my death bed, I want to look back at my life, and have all these vivid memories. I want them to be full and different every single day.” I thought about this. Then I thought about my childhood. It turns out that I rode the bus to school nearly 200 days a year for more than 10 years. That’s 2,000 days. I don’t remember most of those days. They blur together. Join Medium for free to get updates from this writer. Remember me for faster sign in But when I was a child, once a year, we would take a family vacation. I remember every single one of these. The first one was to St Louis. It was the first time I was on an airplane. My sister was maybe 2 or 3 years old. I remember her in her little stroller. Each year we took a trip. Dallas. Baltimore. Chicago.

I once met a traveler named Charlie. He came up to me and said something I will never forget. He said, “Brian, I travel because it makes my life seem longer.” His statement perplexed me, so I asked him to explain. He continued, “When I am on my death bed, I want to look back at my life, and have all these vivid memories. I want them to be full and different every single day.” I thought about this. Then I thought about my childhood. It turns out that I rode the bus to school nearly 200 days a year for more than 10 years. That’s 2,000 days. I don’t remember most of those days. They blur together