That's what life's about. Our lives are contained and our existences are naive if we don't experience how other humans have lived their lives. The four elements, the five senses. If you break down life into those smaller blocks, and count how many variants of them you've experienced, you'll find yourself with a short list unless you've travelled. This planet is so beautiful, yet I know so many people who have absolutely no desire to travel the world.
Nothing is more freeing than travelling the world.
I have a great lust to become successful, both in money and reputation, but even if I can't accomplish that, I'll still not consider myself worthy of life unless I continue to travel until the end of my days. I follow good parental and literary examples, and I really can't swallow leaving all the beauties cooped up in books and magazines. Treasures are not found through staying up late remembering inane details for exams and tests. Information and perspective are two things definitely gained from studies, but it absolutely must be reinforced by actual experience in order for it to solidify. Which means my going home to Dallas in a week is a step in the right direction.