“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” - T. S. Eliot
And so ends this tale. This journey to a new Mecca. The dust slowly settling in those mountains and in our minds. We return with new eyes, tinted by our experiences and full of spark.
We bring the playa back with us…in the way we see, the way we interact; our world view has shifted dramatically and irreversibly. If you were paying attention, little one, you would have noticed somewhere along the way everything flipped. Existence was taken and turned on its side. The rules have changed. What you do with that knowledge is now up to you.
You have been given a chance to see that we do not simply ‘live’ in this world. No. We make this world. We have the power to shape our own reality into whatever it is we wish. Life is not a spectator sport. It belongs to those who dive forwards, headlong into the unknown.
Life is possibility. Potential. Infinite. It is bursting with promise and joy, laughter, heartache, beauty and pain. It is full.
YOU are full.
Bubbling, simmering, aching to break free and spread your wings. To soar.
So we reach the end. But really, ends are simply the faint call of new beginnings. If you look past the dark, open your eyes and dry your tears, you can just barely hear it…echoes across time and space. There are wondrous things out there, just beyond the horizon.
It’s time to explore. To be free. To begin.