To Travel or Not to Travel in a Dangerous World

I dated a guy once that refused to watch the news. He said it was depressing. He was also a conspiracy theorist that thought the media controlled our minds (which, as a media professional, he was partially right about this). Anyway, I don’t feel that turning a blind eye to what is happening in the world is the way to go about things and it’s certainly not the way to fix our problems.

I watch and read the news everyday, usually several times a day. I like to know what’s going on, but it comes with the cost of feeling completely helpless. And no, I’m not desensitized. With every mass shooting and bombing I hear about I’m distraught. I don’t bother with the Facebook profile flags because – how is that fixing or helping anything? I’m left feeling a desire to go to Greece and help feed the refugees. I want to personally hug the families of the victims of the Orlando shooting. I want to have the power to walk up to the leader of ISIS and be like, ‘Dude, it’s over. Just tell your people to stop – let’s rebuild and love one another.’ But we all know those are fantasies and this is the world we live in.

In a month I will be leaving for a two week trip to one of my bucket list destinations. My tickets are booked and the airport that I’m flying into is an hour away from a city that is a hub for islamic radicalism. Where, just this week there was a suicide bombing. You’re crazy, you say? Maybe I am, but at what point do we stop LIVING, I mean really living. I have lived my life with this odd sense of invincibility but the truth is – we aren’t really safe anywhere. Brussels, Madrid, Baghdad, Orlando, New York, Paris – How are we supposed to know what’s safe? How do you know that you’re safe sitting in your backyard drinking coffee on a Sunday morning?

Am I scared at all? Yes, a little, but I’m not going to stop living my life because there are monsters in this world. I’m keeping an eye on any travel advisories and if I need to reassess then I will. All I know to do is to travel smart, keep a low profile, trust that some higher power is looking out for me and continue to do what I love, which is to see the beauty in the world. And if that doesn’t work, I know I lived, like really LIVED life to the fullest extent that I could possibly have lived. We can’t get anywhere if we live in fear.