Traveling denotes transition,
Moving between places,
The steps in between,
For our desired destination.
But travel misleads.
Travel is each moment connected; a journey defined.
With all the stops and the souls along the way.
Good and bad, sad and wonderful, hard and easy; the ultimate elixir for the soul.
A nourishment and discouragement sandwich, which somehow, I swallow and survive.
When I am reminded, by one who matters, it becomes a milestone,
A place where I pause and listen,
See the way forward,
And, perhaps, change direction; if called for.
In the meantime, I can come to love the traveling,
And begin to understand why others make it a way of life.