Journeys

Have you ever watched the sunset on one continent and rise upon another? Have you watched the day forfeit light to the night and the day struggle to reclaim it once more?

The juxtaposition of that bold, passionate hue of red on the horizon against the commanding, powerful blue screams to you as you wake. It screams that everything fades into one another, but never loses its identity. After millennia of watching the same scene unfold, it doesn’t scream it out of anger, but out of wisdom.

It doesn’t throw any realization at you and demand your acceptance of its message immediately. It cradles you and holds your hand as you travel into the dark and then into the light. Placing familiar constellations in your lap it tells you that you are never without the place and people you knew before.

As your journey takes you from an end to a beginning, the swaddling constellations begin to lag behind you letting you take the lead with confidence, the struggle of colors on the horizon begins to mesh together to show you that harmony lies within acceptance of paradoxes, dark peacefully succumbs to light, the ocean ebbs away from the new shore as if to give you room to breathe, and the night ends while a new day begins. Your journey from one place ceases to exist and all that remains is what lies at your feet.

The universe screamed this message at you not in anger or frustration, but in haste and urgency. In twelve hours, six thousand nine hundred and twenty miles, four shuttles, two planes, and one taxi the universe needed you to get the message it illuminates for many people day after day. You needed to realize that you were starting completely different that uproots almost everything about your old life. You needed to realize that it is okay. It’s exactly what you need.