We found people castrated and timid enough to work 48 weeks a year, and when you allow them to take a break, they'll spit several thousands over a few weeks they'll spend elsewhere that are no different from their home, but where they'll cash out in record time.
Not convinced, I guess? Still persuaded that you've lived the best human experience?
Well let's try this again: Next summer, you spend your hard-earned cash in plane tickets, go where you please, but you'll go there alone (without impressing your ugly girlfriend or flex on your friends), and above all, you'll have the obligation to never mention your trip to your accointances: nobody will ever know what you've seen, where you've been. We'll see if you still want to travel, dumbass.
Yeah my dude, you're realizing that your passion of traveling, is nothing but a social norm hailing from consumerism.
When you're done traveling, you'll be that obnoxious piece of shit going around, telling people nothing but «Hey, back then when I went to Australia...» when nobody fucking asked your shit, because it'll be the only conclusion here: make people believe you've got a past, something you actually lived, when you've lived nothing, and you're still the same piece of shit, else, or elsewhere, or all around the world you empty shell of a bitch.
By the by, when you came back home, you resumed your shitty life. Nothing has changed for you, you learnt nothing valuable, you didn't discover anything, and if at any single moment you felt like you grew a soul just like in your favourite movie, it's because for a split second, you actually thought you escaped capitalism hell alienating the modern world, you actually thought yourself free and englightened by wisdom, but you still came back to be a cog in the machine, and you went back to your old ways, the same person, with just a tad bit more pretentiousness, and tad bit less money.