Being on the road felt like a dream that I didn’t want to end. But now that I’m back home facing the daily grind that involves going to work and dealing with people (friends, family, acquaintances)…the reality is far from being dream-like and I have no choice but to face whatever stands in front of me.
So why do I still travel even if I know that I’m going to end up facing this “boxed reality” anyway?
First, let me tell you about the recent journey I took. To be honest, it did not reveal my sole purpose in life. But it became two things:
(1) a reward to my courage of accepting the changes that happened in my life before I left
(2) the conduit to greater insights that greeted me when I arrived home
If I did not plan to travel at all, I would not have known how it is to simply let go of the things I cannot control. And I did not realize this until I was showered with unexpected blessings and gifts from people who believed.
If I did not take the leap, I would not have stumbled upon things that led me to mindfulness which is about letting go and focusing on the present in order to be at peace with one’s self.
I know that this “boxed reality” is inescapable, but because of traveling, I was given the opportunity to arm myself in order to face its harshness with a better, if not perfect, perspective.
Simply put: I’m nowhere near the pinnacle of enlightenment, but I know that I’m a better person now than I was before I left.
Another new adventure will unfold soon…