The older i get, the more i travel, the lesser i understand myself.
It seems that the more places i perceive and encounter, the bigger i understand the world to be. The more of it i grasp, the more relatively little i know of it. How many more places i have still to go, how much more there is to learn?
Until finally, enlightenment?
Maybe this is refinement enough, to know that there is no final resting place of the self. No moment of smug clarity. Perhaps astuteness such as it is for now, is realizing how bitty i am, how feeble minded, and how much further i have yet to go.
Emotions that come with it all are the biggest challenge yet. Perhaps the concept of body mind duality is at its most distinct when it comes to emotions. The mind with all its logic, and the heart with its fragility, battling it out for supremacy. What is this all for you might ask?
To the victor, granted the title of what we call 'reality'.
Perhaps i being the ungrateful being that i am, blurred my exit to it all once again. Or perhaps tears of a friend might show me the way, but maybe by then it already is too late.
So hold out a hand for prayer to the drop of salty water, in which we call the knowledge of the world. May you never touch the ground ever again.