Why do I travel? I’ve wondered this many times, and I still can’t come up with a good enough answer, I guess the photographs are a good excuse, but it takes me out of my comfort zone and forces me to look at things from another perspective. It has taught me to not take things for granted; to enjoy the roses while they’re in bloom, because very soon, things will change, and the roses will whither and die. It violently chips away at any prejudice of other people and cultures, because wherever I’ve been, I’ve found that the similarities between people far outweigh the differences. I’ve found that we all want and need the same thing, we all just have a different way of expressing the same desire. A rolling stone may gather no moss, but I think the whole point of travel, is that when the rolling stone decides to stop, he’s wiser for having done what he has done. If he had stayed at home, however, he wouldn’t know what value there is in his moss, his home, or what’s outside of where he rolls his stone, what’s outside of where he grew up. That, and Asian girls and pretty damn cute.
Photo from Badshahi Mosque in Lahore, Pakistan