Every second that I live, I travel.  And so do you.  It may not seem that we are, but in truth, we are.  Along the paths I have taken in my 45 years here, I have stumbled.  I have become confused.  I have lost innocence.  I have forgotten love.  I have refused good.  I have embraced friends.  I have forged through hard times.  I have treasured moments.  I have achieved more than I thought possible.  I have grown.  And even though I think I have lived through many days, I still have much to learn.  Boulders have appeared to block my path and somehow, I find a way around them.  A path that leads me nowhere still has a lesson in it.  Looking towards the summit, feeling like I am not making any headway has been frustrating.  I know not what tomorrow brings, although I have hope for what I will see.  Maybe it will bring joy beyond anything I have ever experienced.  Maybe it will bear sadness that drops me to my knees.  Maybe new adventures will await my loved ones as they learn to spread their wings.  Life is truly a journey and there is no prize in finishing first.  But we can get out of life what we want to, but if we look at life that way.  Have you ever wondered why life has brought you to a certain place?  Maybe the circumstances are nothing you ever dreamed of and yet reality is staring right at you?  Life is about making the most of what we have, while we have it.  But too many times, we wait until it is too late before we truly grasp this concept.  We wait until we can no longer say the words we have practiced over and over.  Too much time has passed to heal old wounds.  The lack of trust keeps our guard up.  There are always going to be moments that we wish had never happened and others that we wish we could replay over and over.  Life will hand us surprises that will make us smile and fill our hearts with love that overflows in the shapes of tears.  Tears will also come when our heart drains with the processing of the loss of someone we love.  There is no rhyme or reason.  No matter how hard we try, we will never make sense of it and we will always search for an answer that will not come.  And even if it does, it will not be good enough.  Our journeys begin when we live our lives to the fullest.  When we choose to not just exist and get by from one day to the next, but to truly engage in what we have, who we have with us, and what hopes we have yet to share.  Where has your journey brought you?  Why are you here?  Where do you go next?  Sometimes, I think it would be nice to know the answers, but sometimes, it is more fun finding it out on my quest.  No matter where you are in your journey, may you always see it not as it is, but as it is meant to be. And may all your days be beautiful.  Because tomorrow is “A Beautiful Day” by India Arie

Michelle A. Homme 2013 ©