I do not travel for escape, nor for the ticking of maps. I travel to be undone to meet the world without armor, to let it name me anew.
A border is not a barrier, but a beckoning. Each city a question, each stranger a mirror, each story a thread in the tapestry of what it means to be human.
I’ve walked into discomfort and found grace. I’ve listened without language and understood everything. I’ve stopped asking where you’re from and started asking who you love.
Governments fade. But the Jordanian woman who shared a hug, the Palestinian man who was my guide and protector, the Chinese friend who reaches out when it's needed most the Lebanese woman who is my twin across the world- they remain.
These are the riches I carry: faces, names, laughter, the scent of tea and dumplings in a market in Shanghai, the hush of reverence in a cathedral in Barcelona, the ache of goodbye.
If you wish to change the world, do not start with speeches. Start with presence. Go. Be curious. Be genuine. Let your heart be the passport. Let your stories be the legacy.