Journeys are never

About the beginning

And the end

They are about

Departures…

Leaving behind…

Bitter-sweet experiences…

Meeting and separating…

Unexpected delays and

Arriving…

 

Sometimes you enter

Long, dark tunnels

And find yourself immersed

In a dense darkness.

They are about

Expectations unmet

And conversations

That began between companions

But that got lost into wonder

In the vast fields of your own thought.

 

Journeys are not

The means to an end

They are an end in themselves

Reminding us

That we belong

To no one and to nowhere

That our identities

Are not permanent

That our stations

Will not last forever.

 

We must travel

With the lightest

Emotional baggage

We must come to see

That our companions

Will change

And that our solitude

Will always stand by us

Our journeys must teach us

How to say goodbye.

 

Journeys are about losing old certainties

Only so that we may

Find new horizons

Journeys are about

Tirelessly covering distances

With the full understanding

That they will accomplish nothing

They will only leave you

With yourself…

Wiser. Kinder. Freer.