5. A loss of perspective on what is and is not important.
An older man with transparent glasses and a fancy scarf came up to me and started talking about his travels and his favorite hotels.
"Are you American?"
"I’m Venezuelan, from Caracas."
"Oh, wonderful! I want to travel there!"
"It’s one of the most beautiful places in the world, one of the richest countries, but it’s in turmoil right now. People are currently out on the streets, some of them being tortured and abused, lives have been lost, while the media censors everything tuned to a self-aggrandizing government claiming they are the good guys while an absurd number of people are unemployed, homeless and uneducated. There’s so much frustration, so much oppression, so much hate that has spawned that is poisoning my people. There’s so much change necessary that nobody knows where to even begin.”
"That’s all very sad, but can one travel there?"
Give me a second now to think about how comfortable your hotel rooms and how hot and delicious your meals may be if you go to my home country where people are truly suffering while you bask in your privilege.
What about the mere fact that you having this privilege only exists in the expense of how many people exactly that are living in shitty conditions so you can pay $24 for a 3-egg omelette with spinach at what five-star-hotel?
"Yeah, about that."