Journey

Process, paths, ways, roads, flights, change are all part of a journey. Most just want the destination. But most things in life do not really end. Though we do die as the earth will one day, life in the mean time is a journey. Yet most act and talk as if we have arrived somewhere and are contented to resist change and just hang on to what we've got.

Look at what I've achieved? We are great. We are safe. Let's just enjoy and protect what we have for what if change makes things worse?

I've met some very talented expressive people in my life. But few venture into the dangers and hardship of our personal fears to have something to write about including myself. The most valuable moments in my past have been travels where I met locals, immersed myself in their lives for a time and learned.

But everyone around me told me to settle down. A perfect job, home, church, club, leisure so as to strive to end change, get steady income and live orderly lives. I thought the ideal was for the journey to end and live a life of leisure preferably with as much money as possible.

It was not until I felt completely helpless, lost, useless, homeless, friendless and worthless, that I saw my journey again. No matter you are dirt poor or filthy rich, the personal journey continues whether in the street or in your palace.

I never understood the significance of the phrase, "I'll make straight your paths". That was because my life has pretty much been smooth sailing. I enjoyed all of it until I felt like I came to a dead-end. Kind of like platform 9 and 3/4's in Harry Potter, there is a choice of finding something that will make do or face the wall. Even if you can't run into it like the story, maybe break it down, dig a tunnel...

I tried all the ways I knew to find a way forward. People, recruiters, web posting, knocking on doors, searching around the world, more connections, universities, companies, experts, mentors, everything I knew. But all doors were closed after interviews, potential leads, conversations with CEOs and powerful people...

In the end, the wall turned into a door. The path was made straight. Some will say the journey is starting again. But it never stopped even when I thought I was stagnating, even when the doors are locked. And I am a changed man. Saved.