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Against The Cult of Travel - The Art of Manliness
Against The Cult of Travel - The Art of Manliness
Brett and Kate McKay • May 31, 2016 • Last updated: October 29, 2021
Travel isn’t just framed as a cure-all for what ails us, either,
but as a goal around which to build the other elements of
one’s life. Don’t have children, the thinking goes, because
they’ll hinder your ability to travel. Work for yourself and
create passive income, so you can jaunt off to exotic locales
whenever you want.
In an Oxford Suburb,
There Lived a Creator of
Hobbits
If travel has developed into a kind of cult, one of its sacred
texts is surely The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. The plot has
been cited by many (including ourselves!) as a parallel to the
way moderns should strive to escape the orbit of a boring,
conventional life and get out and see the world: Bilbo lives a
safe, comfortable, bourgeoisie existence, snug in his wood-
paneled, fireplace-heated, well-stocked hobbit hole, until he is
fairly dragged along on an adventure by a bunch of dwarves.
He experiences a call to greatness he never knew he
possessed, demonstrates courage and leadership, grows his
perspective, and eventually returns to his suburban shire a
changed hobbit. Here, it seems, is the story of the modern,
domesticated, drone-turned-world-traveler, acted out in the
realm of fantasy.
For Tolkien, those important truths included the idea that all of
life — whether in suburbia or on an actual battlefield —
constitutes an epic, heroic clash between good and evil, dark
and light; that everyone’s choices, no matter how “little” of a
person they are, matter; and that each individual’s small story
is part of a larger, cosmic narrative. Everyone has a part to
play and a pilgrimage to make — not necessarily a physical
journey, but a moral and spiritual one.
The value that can be derived from travel only comes to those
who engage it with the right mindset and a preexisting self-
sufficiency — qualities that can be developed anywhere, and
must be formed before you start out.
Many people hope that traveling will help them change or find
themselves, but if you can’t become the person you want to
be right where you are, then you won’t be able to do it when
you’re 5,000 miles distant. Because, of course, wherever you
go, you bring yourself along with you. As Ralph Waldo
Emerson put it, folks who are unhappy with their lives, and
look for fulfillment in exotic and ancient lands, merely carry
“ruins to ruins”:
“It is for want of self-culture that
the superstition of Travelling,
whose idols are Italy, England,
Egypt, retains its fascination for all
educated Americans. They who
made England, Italy, or Greece
venerable in the imagination did
so by sticking fast where they
were, like an axis of the earth. In
manly hours, we feel that duty is
our place. The soul is no traveller;
the wise man stays at home, and
when his necessities, his duties,
on any occasion call him from his
house, or into foreign lands, he is
at home still, and shall make men
sensible by the expression of his
countenance, that he goes the
missionary of wisdom and virtue,
and visits cities and men like a
sovereign, and not like an
interloper or a valet.
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you’dfrom. I seek
get more done; ifthe
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just got a better
paying job, you’d be happy. In such cases, you’re not actually
and the palaces. I affect to be
looking for a tool to kick-start your goal, but a distraction from
havingintoxicated with
to work on it at all. sights and
suggestions,
If you can’t find satisfying but I aminnot
adventure exploring your own
intoxicated.
backyard, My giant
you won’t discover goes
long-lasting with
satisfaction
backpacking through Europe. If you can’t create a rich inner
me wherever I go.”
life in suburbia, you won’t develop one in the ashrams of
India. If you can’t find freshness in the familiar, and fulfillment
in the quests of self-mastery, spirituality, and virtue, then a
summer’s trek around the globe won’t ultimately save you
from a life of empty dullness.
And counterfeit.
Once he arrives back home, these feelings dry up, and can
only be reinvigorated by undertaking another excursion, and
getting another hit of the travel rush. The threshold
experience, rather than being a doorway to greater things,
merely turns into a cycle of its own duplication, an empty
series of passport stamps.
Conclusion
“Our limbs have room enough but
it is our souls that rust in a corner.
Let us migrate interiorly without
intermission, and pitch our tent
each day nearer the western
horizon.” –Henry David Thoreau
But the lines are not so easily drawn. A man who’s visited
every continent may have a soul as shallow as a thumbnail
scratch, while a man who’s never left his hometown may have
a spirit deeper than an oceanic trench; the man whose
Instragram profile is filled with images of ancient ruins and
beachside sunsets may have an extremely limited view of
life’s possibilities, while the man who lacks a single passport
stamp has cultivated an expansive and far-reaching mind; the
man who’s bravely ventured across the globe may be
frightened stiff of facing himself and grappling with the
ordinary, while the man who’s snug at home has bravely
faced up to exactly who he is and what his life has amounted
to.
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