I’ll be thirty next year. Many millennium ago 30 was a good long life, when making it another week qualified a person’s advise as valuable. If I could give just one piece of guidance to anyone turning 18, or getting out of school it would be to travel–to a different country. Do it while you don’t really give a shit about making next to nothing, before you’re tied down to anything. You have your entire twenties to get sick of partying and go back to school. It’s not like you’re going to get the job you study for anyway, you’ll be waiting in line with me–so you might as well not rush it. Find a way to get out of this country and experience something far greater than yourself, far higher than what you think you can reach. I’m a man of no wealth, but my feet have walked the Temple of Dawn, I helped smuggle food to starving families in Sri Lanka, and explored Florence, where a bottle of wine cost as much as a bottle of our water. I don’t write these things to brag, only to argue that it’s doable, and should at least be considered. One of the best things I’ve ever done for myself was unlearning everything my parents taught me about the world, and it couldn’t have been done without seeing it with my own eyes.