I love the journey.
Some love the destination.
I’m not entirely sure what that is.
When have I ever arrived?
What would I do if I got there?
How would I even know?

In school we learned to fill our time and space frame.
What a lesson!
One of completion.
One of perfection (and the futile search for it).
One of exploration— 
the result of being in action with eyes wide open.
One foot in front of the other.

I love the unique path I’ve walked.
Sometimes by will
    by good fortune
    or misfortune.
I used to spend a lot more time looking back, 
ruing my mis-takes, 
mis-steps.
Now I’m not sure that there were any.

Some admonish— 
“If you don’t know where you’re going any path will get you there.”
That’s the good news.
That makes it impossible to be off the path. 
The path is the path.

I sometimes make course corrections, as if I know the goal.
Lovely paradox— 
still I continue to pursue pursuing,
only now, relying less on will and more 
on Providence.

• May your life unfold in front of you with surprise, delight, poetry, elegance, beauty, majesty, and great fulfillment.
• May twists and turns, barriers and detours be a source of enrichment, opening unforeseen avenues; and may you have the peace of mind and insight to follow along blissfully.​

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