I can’t write about traveling and fun while half of the world is starving
I can’t write about traveling and fun while half of the world is starving or trying to escape war zones.
Yes, if you have been following my blog, you probably noticed it has been over two months since my last post. You might have also noticed I moved from very impersonal articles to more and more intimate and personal ones, sometimes filled with strong emotions like the “How Malapascua island restored my faith in humanity” , the reasons I can’t be a nomadic girl forever or an emotional post about the refugees of Syria “when traveling is a matter of life or death“.
If you followed my FB posts while I was in Asia, you probably remember my comments, where I confessed feeling terrible for the horrendous situation of the refugees trying to enter Europe. Feeling terrible for the fact that I was allowed to travel and move around the world smoothly as a tourist while hundreds of thousands of people were not even allowed to legally escape their country in a desperate attempt to save their lives.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t feel guilty for my freedom, or for my rights. I feel ashamed that there are second classes citizens, that half of the world can’t benefit from the same freedom as I do, that some of these refugees are sometimes received with anger and violence once they reach a safer destination. I’m angry because I can’t understand why aren’t we all first class citizens?! Why are we all still divided by color, religion and importance depending on the country we were born?
Why should an European, North American, Australian or Canadian be any better than a Syrian? Why are Muslim encountering difficulties and suspicion all over the world while Christians seem to go anywhere without much problems? What’s going on with the world? Why has Men managed to go to the moon, invent all sorts of technological advances but can’t seem to work its way around the most basic of things, which is solidarity, empathy and togetherness?
All my attempts to write articles about my adventures in Asia have collapsed to the constant news of suffering around the world. Suddenly my incredible photos on a tropical island in the Philippines, the incredible nightlife of Hong Kong and the articles about the magic temples of Thailand became nothing but shallow words to me. I felt terribly shallow. I found myself on another crossroad; how could I possibly make a difference? How could I possibly write meaningful things instead of the typical “quit your job and travel the world” generic fluffy stuff I always avoided writing about.
As a citizen of the world with over 17 years of traveling around as a solo female traveler, I’ve learned to love and cherish diversity. I live to experience the different aspects of our lovely world. I’ve been welcomed with both arms open in most of the countries I’ve traveled to. I’ve experienced generosity, hospitality and kindness everywhere I went to. Why can’t my country show the same level of kindness for the ones in need? Why can’t my continent do more for the ones who risk their lives on a daily basis in search for temporary peace? Why can’t we all, Humans start walking the same path, to a better, more humane and sensitive society where justice and peace can finally become the norm?