Take your memories when you go, but leave no footprint behind.
Even when I was young, the only need I ever had to go far from here was because home was a place I was afraid to be. In 44 years, I have stayed because like any other dysfunction, home is what I know. Fear and sadness and anger are familiar rooms to lock myself away in. The sun is a cloud that darkens my every step, causing me to return until I can feel safe again in the moon’s light.
Safety, like happiness, is a fleeting fall of rain; I know that it exists, enough to keep moving forward in search of it, but the canyons in between are hard to navigate without the proper gear. Things like strength, courage, and motivation are in short supply. I’ve been using them instinctively, not keeping track of my inventory, and the problem I’m finding is having no idea where I am on my map. These resources haven’t only been a part of my own survival, but I’ve been foolish enough to share them along the way.
The nearest star is 4.5 light years away. That’s 26 trillion miles. There are more galaxies in the universe than there are grains of sand on the earth.
That’s pretty big.
And we are very small.
Another mountain, Bill? How many do you need to see?