Moving On

The physical act of moving is having a very real effect on my state of mind. It's like the physical portrayal of how I am wanting to progress in my mind. Moving to a place of safety, stability and serenity.

The man who is wandering through the night with a bag on his back. He's walking along the side of the road. Aware of the passing glare of headlights as people are also journeying to their own places of comfort. The stars are out and reminding him of the thousands of years which have gone before him. He looks at the stars and sees the past and it humbles him; it humbles him to realise his life is but a blip, a micro-moment in the spectacle of this universe's history. His echoing footsteps, the dull, red glow of his cigarette, the scratching of material as his bag rubs against his jacket - they are all wonderful details in an infinite world. And therefore he knows his journey is not one to use in self pity, self importance or melancholy. His journey is part of a hugely complex system of souls and stars. His journey will drift away in the dust, just as so many others who have walked this road.

Therefore, as his feet echo and scratch along the road, he delights in the sound and delights in the fortune to be able to walk this journey. Delight in how he is able to take these steps. Delight in how his journey is a journey to safety, love and warmth. And when he sees the light in the distance. The warm glow of welcome. He smiles.

I know I have so much still to achieve. So much still I want to aspire to. But being able to do those little things (such as moving house to somewhere less lonely) reminds me each step, each foot traveled, is part of a larger, more wonderful path yet to be taken. And it's a path I want to be on.