To have a destination in mind,
but to remain untroubled if it is not realized.
They say the journey is more important anyway,
if we mean to understand ourselves
and to gather wisdom.
But what is it all about, this journey?
It’s about a geographical space, or a path.
It’s about discovery:
people, culture, architecture, nature,
other sacred things,
but ultimately about discovering oneself,
to see something revered with one’s own eyes,
to test one’s grit and resolve,
to seed spiritual evolution,
to encounter others of the tribe,
to satisfy a curiosity or answer a question,
to flourish in one’s existence,
to recalibrate one’s bearings,
to rekindle that fading spark in the belly,
manifest it into a roaring fire,
and to confront one’s demons
with the weapons of courage and cleverness,
strengthened by the journey’s obstacles.
The journey’s purpose
is also to remind oneself
of things one already knows,
has known perhaps for a very long,
long before birth even,
but has forgotten somewhere
within the labyrinth of life.