There are so many parables, expressions, anecdotes, and clever little phrases that we turned to about taking to some sort of journey.
In fact, most, if not all of us, have some sense of wanderlust within us, a baited sense of adventure, or unrequited childhood fantasy to visit some distant and wonderful land.
For many of us, even myself, much of those inklings, thankfully have been sated. For certain, there are many, oh so many of this worlds wonders, and its peoples I have yet to see and meet, but I have now done my fair share to be sure.
Yet there is really another type of journey, or I should say, another more poignant, more heartfelt part of one, that those of us that have seen and done sometimes lose sight of.
Those wayward, haunted and broken souls, simply trying to find their way home.
I have been on that final leg, So easy it is to forget.. It should be an easy location to mark on a map, the memory of it should as automatic as muscle memory, Yet for some, the Journey they have undertaken.. the terrible places they have gone, the horrible wrong turns, often doubling back, even getting lost .. breaking down.. Its all they can do just to hold on.. to one thought.
“I just want to go Home.”
In the end it is what we all want, what defines it, is something both time and the journey will change, and in that so shall we. To this I can speak with certainty.
Eventually, We all want to go home.
No matter who, what, or where, that turns out to be.