So close, but so incredibly far away. What is the destination? And if you don't know, how do you know how close you are or how far away for that matter? Is it really about the journey? If it is, then how can any proximity be relative? What if the purpose of the journey is to constantly re-determine the destination, so therefore, there is never really any destination at all – yet, at the same time, there is always a destination…
From where, then, should one derive satisfaction? Is it in each re-definition of a revised destination – assuming of course, that it is a progressive process? Or should it be in the survival of the journey for an exceptional amount of time? Maybe it's in who you gather to travel as your companion – or even as your rival ~ an accomplishment in their acknowledgement. Maybe it's about what you'll bring with you to your destination, although that must be constantly progressed in step with the revision process.
Would it be the path you forge through the unknown? The fact that your legacy remains in a place you are not? Is it in the appreciation of the wonders you encounter on your way? Maybe it's because you took your time – appreciated it all & didn't miss a thing. Maybe it's in the ability to decipher and follow a map. I guess the most important thing to me right now, is to simply keep going – never be discouraged by a stumble or roadblock.
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