Never Ending

Are we at the beginning, the middle, or the end?

How would we ever know?

Life in many ways seems like a graceful dance, a stroll from moment to moment, milestone to milestone.

There are times where it almost seems unremarkable, like a mildly dull and reliable ticking clock that never loses time. In essence, we live day in, day out with the predictability of the unpredictable. It makes perfect sense and no sense at all.

Our journey feels long until the moment it’s over, then it feels far too short. Just a blink of the eye when considering all that has come before and all that will follow.

These thoughts have fuelled my journey, driven me forward, searching for experiences that made me feel whole. But now, these thoughts put my mind at ease, guiding me home.

Not my actual home. The predictable existence of surviving. Instead home, a place that is found deep within my very being. The place I ran from; the place I am heading back to.

I know on the surface this choice might sound dull and boring. I know many of you can not imagine a harsher sentence, but for me, at this moment, it feels like the reality I have been chasing for my entire life.

Home for me means knowing myself, listening to myself, making decisions that are good for me — living an adventurous life at my pace on my terms.

I am not slowing down; I’m just returning home to see what I never saw, never understood. To experience life from a perspective few are fortunate enough to see.