Happy ever after

One of the great challenges of my life is understanding the difference between it and a movie. I keep expecting to one day wake up to my happy ending, knowing quite well that happy endings are replaced by more growing. I've come to appreciate the cycles of life, but I seem to hold on for dear life to the idea of happy ever after. As with all that is dualism, perhaps it isn't one or the other. I believe there is such a thing as happy endings, only for me it isn't the kind I grew up believing in. More so, it is a knowing. That even when I don't know if can, I believe I will, stick to the path I set out on. A path that has nothing to do with the trail or the road I am walking and everything to do with answering the call of my heart. For the journey I am about to embark upon it means, that it doesn't matter if I make it to Santiago.

As I am preparing to go, I think my mission is to close out an old cycle of neglecting my own needs in order to fit in to a world that is ever more in conflict with itself. But should it turn out that my mission was something else entirely, I hope I will have the courage to choose the road that most sings to me. And regardless of what decisions I make, I hope and trust that each day I will connect with the place in me that knows. Knows I am inseparable from my path. That the dead ends and the twists and turns on the various journeys, are all part of my commitment to my path.

When I fly from Alicante to Porto on October 21st, it will be precisely seven years since I flew from Vienna to Madrid. Seven years between caminos, countless journeys embarked upon and neglected for reasons within and outside my control, never once straying from my path. What a joyous place to start a new cycle from. A truer than yesterday happy ever after.