Any journey consists of movement of the body, the mind or both. Some journeys are spontaneous, you might not even realise you were on it, some are planned. Some are inconsequential and some of great significance; whichever they are, they are identified by moving from one place to another. . . like crossing a river on stepping stones. Some journeys are not without risk, all are helped by having a guide . . . one who has gone before. When you are half way there you know what is behind you but the future will always be a mystery, for it may not be as it seems. Each step needs to be examined and taken carefully. . . even appreciated for what it can give you. Do you value what might lie ahead more than the past or do you value the place and moment in which you find yourself. Perhaps to find yourself was the purpose of the journey. Each step is necessary in order to understand the journey; should you miss a step and arrive on the other side you can never know the step you missed. . . it may have had a message for you. . . perhaps it’s the step that would tell you, ‘this is the wrong way, there is a better way, turn back’. You will never know if you miss a stepping stone. Each one in its turn will support and nurture you. . . therefore care less for the destination and more for the step. . . for you may never reach the other side.
Mmmm, I think you know too much already, but what the hell. . . retired firefighter, martial artist and self thought philosopher, some say cynic, some say skeptic, some know the truth. . . . most never will.