We ask our self what is the point? Why do I
struggle and why does it have to be so hard? Easily life becomes a long
procession of ‘maybes’ and ‘buts’, how’s, why’s and what’s’. Perhaps that is
the point. We strive to a goal what ever it may be. But the point is not the
goal itself. It is however we get there. The journey and the struggles the
laughter and the sunshine, cause what we learn during our voyage is what we
understand when reaching our destination. It is not about beholding, it is
about what takes hold of us. These are the things worth treasuring; they are
more than a photo album and more than old concert ticket. It is the memories
itself, living inside of us, if we will it. What is a journey without the
travelling? Are life but a stagnant Now instead of an ever-moving river on
which we can sail and swim? Can you say that you reached your goal when you
never been on the way? Or is a goal to become the starting point instead of the
sum of a life lived? People have told me that we learn as long as we live but I
say, we live as long as we learn.
So to every traveller out there, whether you’re a child
growing up to fast, a pristine mother, a lost soul, all of the above or just an
average Joe; do not be weary, cause would you not much rather have tried than
not lived at all?