Once you realize that the road is the goal,
and that you are always on the road,
not to reach a goal
but to enjoy its beauty and wisdom,
life ceases to be a task
and becomes natural and simple.
In itself, an ecstasy.
I don’t always remember that I am on the road. I have to remind myself; it’s a relief when I do.
Beauty is never far but wisdom often eludes. Usually, it is right in front of me but I am too busy struggling.
I want parameters so I anticipate them, like a conjurer. If I just keep walking, I’ll find my natural rhythm. It has its own structure. I’ll meet my options as they become available.
Ultimately, I make my choice and the road responds accordingly. I do not get to know what is round the bend.
Mine is to trust the ecstasy.