It’s always been a dream of mine to travel for a living. I could have nothing else in all the world but if I were able to see and experience new places and cultures I would be happy with my life. If I could earn a living to do anything it would have to be working as a travel writer.
Travel isn’t just something that interests me; it’s more like an obsession. Ever since I experienced the emotional rush of being somewhere with a history so rich and deep as Italy’s is, I have been impassioned and with the all-consuming urge to go somewhere else and experience yet another way live. I now have a need to immerse myself in another culture, another world almost, and to repeat this process until I have seen all that I could possibly see.
As a travel writer, I could not only encounter cultures, peoples, and foods. I could share my these wondrous experiences with all the world with a successful publishing. For all the advances and prices reductions in transportation technology there are still millions of people who will never leave their home country for even a vacation, who will never know the supreme vitality and vigor of being somewhere so completely new that it seems as if they were in an entirely new world. If I could share my feelings about the world with a large audience, maybe I could inspire those feelings within those people. I could raise awareness on the cultural differences between peoples that are so often ignored in favor of judgement of others’ ways of life. Or perhaps I might inspire that desire to see the world in even a few people.
These things would be my great impact on the world. I would love nothing more than to help peoples understand each other, and instill the dream of travel within others. To awaken that curiosity in people would be the greatest impact I could ever make on the world.