“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say”
I am still flitting aimlessly. I have come at last to recognise that there is no destination I wish to reach. I cannot go home. There is no home. I just want to travel. But I do not want to arrive. It is better to travel in hope than to arrive in despair. Just keep going.
So life becomes my journey.