A year ago I had a purpose - a goal - a destination. A long walk and I reached it by the light of the moon. Hard to believe that time has come and gone, those miles been traversed and I am still here. Still unsure, unclear as where to next. Looking for yellow arrows but they are gone. Every creature comfort cant replace that challenge faced. That distance such an accomplishment, and yet now I feel so commonplace and so undone.
Who am I in all this - where do I fit? All these questions but the space between hangs bare as if I hold the answer. Who am I?
Perhaps the journey only truly begins at the end. Where's the map for these wanderings? Who's to tell me right from wrong? How do I, so small and inconsequential distinguish at all? I wish I could dream the world again. A world of finite destinations and concrete goals. Each path waymarked so only fools could lose their way. I wish one breath could change all of this and I would be certain and devoid of questions. Following the signs and letting my journey unfold.
I guess the end of this is gratitude for life lived and lessons learned. For the humility to understand my own limitations but the faith still to yearn. the wisdom to reach into the void I do not know and the courage to keep on walking. I give thanks for the love and light that guides me, so that even in my uncertainty I am sure - this is what I am here for.
