Travel has been one of my ways to fight numbness because it makes you move, it makes you interact, and eventually it makes you feel. It has also been very healing. When you are an immigrant, there is a part of your heart that is never unpacked, still in waiting. You are asked on a regular basis where are you from because of your accent or how you look, forced to re-examine that answer. You were born somewhere, lived in many places, you're from everywhere and nowhere. Travel allows you to recognize pieces of yourself in places you go and people you meet, and it's in the reassurance that we are all so different and so the same that you gain more acceptance of yourself and others.
It is through travel that I learned that to be alive is to accept the pain that comes with failing and unpleasant experiences while continuing the fight to rediscover wonder and joy, but mostly, that there are no guarantees, and there is nothing more human than the fear and excitement of not knowing what comes next.