Why do we travel?
Why do we travel?
In praise of travel
There comes a time when you no longer know what you're looking for, only that you can't stay stuck in an all too familiar setting.
Something in us is thirsty, so we leave. We leave behind what we know because there is a call from elsewhere.
Travelling is not about changing places, it's about changing your perspective. It's unlearning what you thought you were, to better feel what you're becoming.
There, we don't speak the language, we don't know the codes, and yet, we feel more alive, as if something inside of us remembers the essentials. Travel awakens forgotten parts, it makes you porous, vulnerable, but free.
Artists have always known
Artists have always known this, they who went looking for more than images: raw truth, living matter, inner fire. Gauguin in Tahiti, Delacroix in Morocco, Rimbaud in Morocco, Rimbaud in Abyssinia, Isabelle Eberhardt in the desert. All of them left their world to immerse themselves in another, not to flee it but to merge into something bigger than themselves. They understood that the elsewhere is not a setting, but a source of awakening, of creation, of meaning.
Come back different
We come back different, but we don't really know why. Only that we are bigger, slower, more attentive. Maybe a bit more humane.
The trip is not a break, it is a crossing. An uncovering. A return to what matters. It does not promise anything but it transforms everything. And those who have lived through it know that this is where you heal, where you breathe, where you like best.
We talk to those whose hearts beat faster at the thought of leaving.
To those who feel that there are truths that are only far away.
And for those who hesitate, we do not want the courage to leave, but the vertigo to open up.