One of life’s most remarkable gifts is making an acquaintance with a new friend whom, before you even know it, has already altered your life for the better.
This is one of the unending reasons that I love to travel: you’re constantly connecting with people who’s ways of being, thinking and acting teach you invaluable lessons. Some of these lessons would take you years to learn yourself if it weren’t for these “by chance” friends that end up saying those magic words that resonate with you forever.
Which brings me to my story…
I met Jing a mere five days ago. He was sitting in front of me on our shuttle ride from Antigua to San Pedro and through a combination of insightful small talk and some goofy chatter that got me laughing, I liked him immediately.
Fast forward five days, and we’ve become neighbors, living in the same building one floor apart for the next few weeks.
Relaxing on the hammock outside of his door and looking out on Lake Atitlan he said something during our conversation that got me thinking…
He said, “Life is finite, yet knowledge, and our search for it, is infinite.”
For those of us that seek, that search, that can’t help but wonder and wander, this statement couldn’t resonate more.
At first I thought to myself, “Well, if the search for knowledge can never end, then when will I ever be satisfied? If I’m always seeking answers, then will I never truly be content?”
But you know what? That way of thinking is all wrong. It’s so so so incredibly wrong.
Because, at least for some of us, we find contentment, happiness, self actualization, and growth in the journey. It’s not really about the answers for us. Because in seeking knowledge, comes growth, and that’s what we live for.
For me, if I’m not growing or expanding or broadening my understanding in some way shape or form through each and every single day of my life, then I am restless. Then I am not happy. Then I am not at peace.
Some days, I learn through a conversation with a friend, or even a stranger.
Some days, I learn by doing something I’ve never done before. (Whether I suck or thrive at it haha)
Some days, I learn by doing something I’ve done time and time and time again, for there is learning in the simplicity of repetition.
Some days, I learn through struggle, or hurt, or grief, or loss, and some days I learn through accomplishment, triumph, misadventures, and wild happenstance.
There is nothing better than the infinite possibilities of knowledge.
I guess after that, the next question to ask is how we use the wisdom that comes from this knowledge, but I’ll save that for another post. 🙂