In life, we are often taught to climb this treacherous mountain, because on the summit lies the elusive success. Not only is it steep, but labyrinthine as well, and sometimes it is in this overwhelming density that souls lose themselves, who they truly are beneath the surface. Maybe when we do set out in search of profound things, we are left wandering, disillusioned.
I think if we will continue counting the weary steps on this way, this path will continue to become infinite, the road most arduous and the destination ever more distant. Sometimes in this journey of relentless, aching breaths, we just need to acknowledge the tender fact that it has much more precious things than just the ending, than just the destination.
It has the weathered stones in the way, the towering buildings, this fragment of endless sky, the sacred patch of earth. It has people in it, people with radiant faces and raw feelings and genuine smiles. People who are surrounded by breathtaking views and mesmerizing sights and unforgettable scenes, these all will leave indelible memories.
Memories with bitter tears and profound sadness and crushing hardships and luminous smiles as well, because they remind us the entire transformative journey. Maybe it is the tender conjunction of two words spoken out loud, but it just managed to convince our weary hearts to not lose faith. Maybe it is the reassuring grip of compassionate hands which let us know of their unwavering presence. Maybe it is just a look of profound calmness, of gentle presence, of inner peace, of divine serenity, which kept us sane in that chaotic hulala baloo.
And after many fleeting years, we’ll remember any of these precious moments or all of these sacred encounters. But we’ll remember these perhaps even more vividly than the ending itself, the destination which we originally set for. We will remember them more clearly and faithfully than what we desperately seek for.
So perhaps we should acknowledge them while they are graciously along with us, standing steadfastly by us, speaking tenderly to us, or maybe even just looking at us. We won’t remember the destination as much as the beautiful souls in the journey. Perhaps there are more meaningful things than just the destination to cherish in a journey: It’s the people we meet along the way.
