I heard in my English classes that every book, every story, is essentially a journey, where the main character goes from one place to another, or one state of being to another, and at the end of the journey, that character is no longer the same person.
As I prepare for my journey, I can’t help but feel that I am also embarking on a journey. I’m preparing to leave my hometown of Fairfax county, an area I’ve never been away from for more than three weeks at a time, away from family, away from everything I know, to quite literally the other side of the world.
But I’ve been waiting for this. In fact, getting to this point has been a journey in and of itself. Though I haven’t gone anywhere, I’ve grown and changed in ways I never would have guessed, and I am no longer the same Stephen I was at this time last year. I think it was better after all that I waited.
And then I think of all my friends who are also on physical journeys of their own. One friend recently left for Australia. Another just returned from Switzerland. One good friend of mine who would be the spitting image of a red-headed cousin of Gimli on ent-draught (Lord of the Rings reference), is preparing to hike the Appalachian Trail. At some point, we have to ask ourselves, “Why do we all go on these journeys? What are we looking for?” My friends help me to realize that my journey is simply part of a bigger story that we are all sharing. It’s a bigger story about something we’re all pursuing, not just me.
And I’m content with that.
With 40 days–40 days to go! I continue to finish what’s behind, and prepare for the journey ahead.