I keep going back to all of those wise words. Those people who seem to know about it. It's all very supernatural. Natural is key too. I've been dreaming a lot about the mountains. I feel weird thinking about mountains here. Almost like it's a sin. I feel different, but I also think that's natural - and wise. We are all different and shame on anyone trying to simplify themselves. We are all complex and deep, as well as one dimensional and shallow at times. We are dirty liars, whether it only involves ourselves or everyone who means anything at all to us. I never know where I'm going with my thoughts, or rather, where I'm going in general.
That's sort of the beauty of it though. If I always knew where I was headed, I would never be surprised. I'd have never fallen in love, I'd have never found even fractions of myself. The other day I saw the moon, and it hung above me like a lake. I felt like I hadn't seen it in years. In that moment, I was surprised. I started thinking about mountains again. I hope I get to them one day. I hope I remember to take my time though.
The journey is a long one. I'm finding my T-shirt and jeans theory is changing with the seasons - not just because it's getting colder, but because my needs are changing. What it takes to be comfortable is ever changing, as well as never enough. All I know is that my spirit is still a child and wants to explore every part of this world with a gaping wonder and widespread arms that get tangled from time to time. I want to roll around and laugh, and continue learning my words and shapes. I will be grown up when I'm done here.
And with that I will leave you with the words of C.P. Cavafy. "Keep Ithaka always in your mind. Arriving there is what you are destined for. But do not hurry the journey at all. Better if it lasts for years, so you are old by the time you reach the island..."
