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Those who travel frequently will find that the sense of time is often disordered. Later, I realized that the way people perceive time turns out to be blurred.
When I first arrived in Egypt, my phone automatically displayed two different times. But when I was close to checking out, I realized that what my mobile phone displayed was wrong!
The machine didn’t automatically adjust the difference between daylight saving time and winter time, resulting in the mobile phone time being adjusted faster by an hour.
When I returned home from Cairo, it was obviously noon. Lunch should have been served on the plane, but the flight attendant said, “It’s dinner time”.
In the middle of the night, they called us up again to “have breakfast”.
During the more than ten-hour flight back home, I was always switching between “getting up and eating” and “going to sleep” in a daze. It was later learned that this was to help passengers adapt to jet lag.
There is a 5-hour time difference between Egypt and the country, sometimes 6 hours.
This means that when I eat lunch there, it may be evening at home.
Traveling has also opened my eyes to the “jet difference” between people. Compared with the time zone difference brought about by geographical space, this time difference between people is more subtle.
Even contrary to most people’s cognition, sometimes like a joke of life.
Some people live into middle age, still look at the world sincerely like children, and resolutely run away, as if life is still at the stage of just having fun and not knowing the taste of sorrow.
Responsibilities, burdens, titles and identities don’t seem to fall on their shoulders. They are like the first babies, who walk only according to the likes and dislikes of their hearts.
Some people also leave the campus early and travel around the world in their teenagers, with the courage beyond their age. Anyone who sees it has to praise “courage is commendable”.
But their lives seem destined to break out, break out of a world-as if someone behind them is waiting for them to conquer the world.
Others quit high-paying jobs that everyone envied. Position, salary, and dividends are just numbers on the account. All their happiness, it’s not on paper.
Those who walk on the road will see themselves, but they will not see their own shadow. Until I gradually realize that not every moment has to be done step by step.
There is no fixed template in life, it is how we think we must move forward. The so-called perfection and success are sometimes just the shackles that young people put on themselves.
What is hoped for in the future may not be fulfilled in the future-because there is still the variable of “accident”. This is the ultimate trump card of fate. Who can completely escape?
After seeing more and more choices, I found that more and more people are not as happy as imagined.
I used to think that leaving my job in middle age was courage. Isn’t it brave to let go of everything?
I used to define “bravery” in my eyes this way, and later I realized how one-sided this idea is.
Travel is a small world, which means that all the people we meet on our journey have one thing in common: they love traveling.
Is it any wonder that people who love travel make similar decisions?
People who don’t like to travel continue to work on their own track, which may not be more boring than migrant workers who leave with their jobs and salaries. Everyone has their own time zone-just like those who left the cubicle and struggled with their heads.
Travel allows me to see the bigger world and more complicated time difference, and it also allows me to reflect on my previous prejudices while seeing people’s time difference.
What I think is original is sometimes just an illusion caused by “birds of a feather flock together”.
What you can see when you travel is only one side of the world. Whether a leaf blinds your eyes or a leaf knows autumn, it is often only in a thought.
Different time zones bloom different flowers, and spring flowers and autumn fruits constitute the order of the universe. But human beings are the spirit of all things, so why bother to be defined by other people’s words?
Mountain flowers are blooming not because of one flower, but because of the blooming of thousands of flowers. Perhaps what travel should show us more is how biased the narrow scale of our heart was.
