IN SEARCH OF MEANING

Tonight I would've been on a plane to Athens, where I would stay within sight of the Parthenon, in a city watched over by the ancient gods like Apollo and Zeus, where philosophers like Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle pondered the meaning of life.

Four days and three nights would be spent in Santorini, in a hilltop hotel by Fira overlooking the Aegean Sea, where an undeserving woman's face once launched a thousand Spartan ships towards Troy, according to Homer and Marlowe.

This is Santorini.

Grief should be felt for a sight so beautiful and peaceful, because they are only "holiday getaways." Why then do we choose to live in the corrupt, clamorous, disorderly city when the opposite exists? 

Do we yearn to be relevant by association, simply by trying to adjust and conform to urban expectations? What does being a city person have to do with being tenacious and enviable, when it is just a jungle of concrete and superstructures and everybody is killing everybody else for greed and power?

As unfortunate as it is, I know Greece and all its history will be there when I finally feel right about visiting. It depends on what sort of experience you're looking for, I guess. There are some places that are perfect for seeing alone, and there are places that I believe are more worthwhile to experience with the right person.