“It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and–what will perhaps make you wonder more–it takes the whole of life to learn how to die.” ― Lucius Annaeus Seneca
In my experience, transformation is a journey. Often a long one. One made of thousands of small steps.
Sometimes I feel that getting there is less important than the journey itself. Because when I focus on the journey, rather than the destination, the sense of hurry disappear and I can really savour every moment.
Yet, too often, I got anxious and eager to get to the end. To discover what awaits me at the top of the hill.
I remember when I was a pilgrim a year ago with a group of men. Oh, how fulfilling it was to slowly walk during the day. No place to be but where we were. We walked in harmony within and without ourselves.
Until one day it was late, we were hungry, and it was raining. Darkness was closing upon us, and we knew that the place we were supposed to have dinner was going to close soon. The quality of our steps changed all of a sudden. We were all focus on getting there, we forget to wait for the slower ones or to pay attention to the nature around us. We just wanted to get there in time.
This post is a reminder to myself, to have faith in the journey I’m in. To let go of the hurry to get anywhere. To get the best from every step.
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” — Lao Tzu