In this divided world we live in, each and every person belongs to a country, sometimes of you’re lucky you belong to two countries. By belonging to a country you either are granted or are not granted permission to visit other countries. What an absurd idea. The land that you are born on decides your ability to visit other land on this earth, restricts the things you can do and the places you can experience.
I was both fortunate and unfortunate enough to have been born on land that belongs to the country South Africa. That means there are very few places I can visit without obtaining special permission from that government before hand. What an absurd idea.
Before, however, any of that can even begin to take place we all need to obtain a little paper booklet with all our personal details which confirms that we belong to a particular piece of land, in my case, South Africa. It is for that little paper booklet which gives me such restricted access to this beautiful world we all live in that I am now queuing for. I am spending a beautiful morning waiting in a line to collect this valuable document that opens so many doors that should never have been closed in the first place.
When you really think about it, it’s an insane idea that people should be locked to the place of their birth. We have always been nomadic, it’s why the world is now overrun with people. Yet governments do all they can to stop people moving around. That’s problematic for people with unquenchable wanderlust. I feel like I’m constantly in battles to do all the things that should be available to everyone.
With the threat of terrorism countries are becoming more closed, more suspicious and more xenophobic, a problem that they are escalating through their own fears. Perhaps if the world never had borders, if people could all travel wherever they chose there would be less problems in the world – less fear, less hatred and more understanding. Coming from South Africa I have seen first hand what misunderstandings, fear and intolerance can do to people. I have also seen how many years it takes for those apprehensions to be dispelled. More than one lifetime is the answer. Why do we create these false ideas of people when I can attest from my travels that most people, no matter where they are from, are good people. Let’s stop listening to our governments and their predetermined ideas of nations and people and stereotypes and rather listen to our hearts and judge people by our own experiences. I think we’ll all be pleasantly surprised.