The Destination

Like walking in the desert, the dunes on the horizon never seem to be getting closer. They are static, faded, but illuminated as my destination. The sand beneath me acts like a treadmill and I don’t seem to be moving closer to my destination.

A palm oasis to my left, the ultimate distraction. The glistening water, the proximity, the treadmill breaks loose and I can walk, walk into my new destination. The destination is but a distraction, and is not real. A false goal in life, an illusion, a mere wish, a short phase. Mirages change people, many find that oasis at the end of their shorter, lighter walk, however its water is often dry, and a muddy surface replaces it. The trees that once reflected in the shiny water have died, and have been replaced by nothing alive.

For those who keep focused on the dunes, in the long haul they will enlarge, they will seem real, they will be climbed. The journey is the destination. It is worth the longer wait, the dream will be realized. Along the way your canteen might dry up, as will your morale, however just keep putting one step before the other. The destination is real, the oasis there is pure, it is heaven.

Sometimes in life it is better to walk that extra mile, to reach the water on the other side.

... and now its time to head back to 505