Every time I travel to a new city, I go to the highest spot I could find to take pictures. It’s what I enjoy the most when I travel. When I see bustling cities with lights that have no boundary, I think of the opportunities that this world has to offer. When I look at a quiet and peaceful town, I reflect on the past and what I could have done better.
I feel tiny whenever I see a bustling city as I think about the ocean of people ahead of the game. But it also compels me to work harder because everyone has the same 24-hour quota every day. How we choose to spend our time matters.
Sometimes, I travel to the same spot to reflect on the past. It helps me to re-evaluate my final goals so I won’t fall into indecisiveness as the going gets tough.
Not all cities are as inspiring as NYC or Tokyo. But each city grows in their way, beautiful in its form. That was how I learn to accept differences in people. I learned to believe in the goodness of people together with their flaws.
Do I prefer to live in a bustling city or a quiet town? I don’t know. But what I know now is that when the view from my home stays the same for too long, then something is not right.