A Traveller’s Thoughts on ‘Eat, Pray, Love’.

To start this out, I feel like I must stress that I have NOT read the book, nor have I seen the movie. The most contact I have ever actually had with the book was when I used it as a coaster at my gran’s house. To be honest, I just thought it was some sort of prayer/self-help bullshit. I wasn’t completely wrong…

The book is about a pretentious WASP-y type, who realizes her life is at a standstill, gets a divorce and travels the world to try and gain some inner sense of happiness. The story, however, is that this broad sold her idea for a book, and then used the advance to go traveling, the book being an afterthought.

Brilliant, right? And something that someone like me should, perhaps, respect. Yet, I don’t respect it at all. I can’t bring myself to respect those that sell lies. You don’t gain a sense of inner happiness by traveling. You may open your eyes, you may start to see things as they really are, but you don’t find the ability to make your soul smile by being a tourist in other’s lives.

Choosing to travel for whatever reason isn’t a bad thing, but it certainly isn’t an easy thing and this story neglects every part of reality that went into making the book happen.

Should I have had the foresight to sell a book idea and use the money to make this trip I’ve made? Probably, yeah, but then the trip wouldn’t have accomplished what I set out to do, which was explore my world. Not to “find myself” in it, but to explore everything else around me.

If I wanted to find myself, I could have done that in Texas and saved myself a whole hell of a lot in gas money.