I once walked eighty-four miles across the country, following Hadrian’s Wall from one coast to the other. I could have taken a train or a bus or any of the other modes of transport available in the modern day United Kingdom, but I didn’t. Why not? Because I didn’t walk across the country to get to a particular place. I was there for the journey, not the destination.
Travelling as I did, I had a lot of time to think about where I was, where I had been and where I would be. We’re all in the world following our own path, blazing our own trail. Although it’s important that we head to the right place, it’s perhaps even more important that we enjoy how we get there. Traversing the nation to get from Carlisle to Newcastle held no merit unless the trip itself could be enjoyed or, if not enjoyed, at least learned from.
It’s just like how I got where I am today. I started in a very different place to where I am now, but I have been schooled along the way. The journey isn’t about getting there, not really. You grow and you change and you learn. The journey is as much within you as it is without. Your personality, your self, it develops as you make your way from one place to the other.
Who you are is not who you will become. Or maybe it is. Perhaps you’ll need to make a journey to find out.