Have you ever stopped and really looked around your own town? There’s crime, prejudice, and hate everywhere. I understand that some people are filled with more hate and violence than others, and I respect their ability to do harm to me.
But that does not stop me from traveling.
Why should it? If I let fear of harmful people take over me, then I would never leave my apartment. I would bundle up in a blanket on top of a pile of pillows in my room and watch Disney movies on loop. I would pretend that the outside world didn’t exist because everything out there was trying to hurt me. I would waste away in fear. I would suffocate myself with anxiety.
So why do it? Why worry about things that I cannot control? Why allow fear to cripple my naturally adventurous self?
I won’t let fear of hateful people and their activities consume me. I won’t allow myself to wallow in worry of the unknown. I won’t keep myself trapped inside my apartment.
I won’t stop traveling.
Just because I am a white, Christian, American does not mean that harm will come to me. Am I putting myself at risk? Well, yeah. But I put myself at risk every day when I get behind the wheel of my car. I put myself at risk every day by walking through sketchy parts of town. I put myself at risk every day by drinking milk that expired two weeks ago. I put myself at risk every day. EVERY DAY.
Traveling to certain parts of the world right now are questionable. Yeah, don’t go to war-torn countries but do go to Patagonia in Argentina. Don’t go to the Middle East and expect all people to greet you with open arms but do go to the Christmas Market in Germany. Don’t go anywhere shouting your political and religious beliefs at the top of your lungs but do go chase the Northern Lights in Iceland.
I don’t let worry and fear of what could happen take over my thought process. Not all people are bad. Yes, I will agree with you that some people are worse than others (And I have first hand experience of horrible people). Others are unfortunately filled with hate, but their time will come.
Just as mine will.
I have no idea how God has planned for me to die. Frankly, I don’t want to know. But I do want to live each and every day of my life as if it is the last. I want to love the people I am with. I want to learn from my job. I want to honor my mom and dad.
I want to see the world.
If, Lord please don’t let this happen, but if something happens to me while I am traveling, please know that I will be ok. I am not afraid to travel in this world. I’m slightly more cautious, yes, but not afraid. I will not let fear and worry consume me.
I will not stop traveling.