That day I realised that this route is my life, my destination and my home and that I don't need to do anything but go with the flow, trust the process, trust my story and enjoy the wayfaring. It doesn't really matter who I've become by the end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end, and the important things are about accepting the challenges along the way and the transformations from this morning to when I go to sleep again, and how they happened, and who they happened with, who I loved the most. Watching the falling stars, conversations on a rooftop at 4am, a coffee with the dawn. Pink skies and jazz, waves breaking over rocks, the mast of a boat, airports and a hand waving from a train going to nowhere, the wild air and the road, lavender fields, vintage iron spiral staircases, dancing in the rain, laughing and walking hand in hand through foreign cities with someone you love. Oceans and poetry.
That day I saw a lake. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stop it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does. Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. Go with the flow, learn how to turn your daily struggles into the most unforgettable moments. Moments worth writing about.