No Arrival

This is the whole experience. There is no perfect summation reaching the pinnacle of self. So long as we are alive, there will always be change. Growth. We are not born to stay still. This truth is pure liberation. 

In this very truth is an awareness that our desires, entryways to our souls, all of the experiences we wish for – there is no final point. 

After all of it is over – the candle has been burned, the new job has been dimmed to an automatic motion, the house has been furnished and no longer feels new and exciting, it all fades. It was never the solution. 

And so it goes on. Tirelessly, inevitably. Without forgiveness. 

The experience is felt in the spectrum of emotions the human capacity has to offer. To smell the salty air as you’re nearing the beach. To feel the cold, hard tile of the bathroom floor when you’re heartbroken. To feel the reverberation in your chest and eyes adjust as the lights drop before seeing your favorite artist at a show. To nearly taste the way coffee lingers in the air longer on a Saturday morning, moving with no sense of urgency. To sit in silence with someone you love, moved by the comfort of their very own existence, without needing to say a word.

This simplicity is the experience. Its the bent edges of the pages from your favorite book, the wine-stained dress still hanging in your closet, the chipped coffee cup that you still keep because you made it with your friends. 

It was never the circumstances you believed needed to be set for things to feel right. Boxes checked off, milestones met.

Because even when the view is beautiful, the summit is only a fragment of the mirage.

I hope you never wake up to realize you’ve missed the experience – the whole, aching, evolving experience – simply because you were waiting for it to begin.