I will get there.
Wherever ‘there’ is.
It is a journey of hope, of dreams, of aspiration, ambition.
If there was a map to get to this uncertain destination it would be like from a fairy story: yellowed, shabby, torn. Cobbled together by myths and legends, fractured memories. Vague directions, often conflicting. Line drawings with poor scale – mice bigger than mountains (at least I hope it is a rubbish scale…).
The journey looks as if imagined by Terry Gilliam: absurd, ridiculous, passionate; farcical at times. But also full of joy, pleasure, beauty, imagination, potential.
Warnings of hazards ahead:
“Here be dragons.”
“Beware the quicksand.”
But it fails to mention the sharks.
The route is fraught with danger. It is an arduous journey, leaving me exhausted, tiredness seeping deep in to the bones.
Sometimes I will need to rest, take stock. Hold up the map every which way, trying to make sense of it. Throw it away in frustration, then wish I had it again so double back for it even though I know it doesn’t really help that much. Never underestimate the value of a bit of reassurance.
There are kind souls along the way. Kind souls able to give out hugs, wine, chocolate, a place to rest my weary feet.
Restored, the path towards wherever I am going feels a little better again.
I can avoid the perils I know about. The ones I don’t…I’ll deal with them when I find them.
If I don’t know where ‘there’ is, how will I know when I have arrived?
If I don’t know what ‘there’ looks like, I might have arrived already. (Or it might already have sunk in to the quicksand.)
‘There’ isn’t here…’there’ is a time in the future. But time is fluid, moving….the future is what you define it as. From the time you started to read this sentence to the time you reach the end…..the future has already arrived.
So maybe the journey is never ending.
Maybe that is a good thing.
Because what if I don’t like the destination when I arrive? It might be like one of those holidays you are so looking forward to, the photos in the brochure look like paradise but when you arrive it is awful, you realise it will all smoke and mirrors with a bit of Photoshop.
The journey cannot continue forever, indefinitely, to infinity and beyond. Probably.
There will be periods of rest with those kind souls.
Periods of battle with those pesky dragons, sharks, pirates and who knows what else.
But the journey is full of hope, aspiration, ambition. I collect joy, pleasure, beauty, imagination, potential along the way. I can fight my foes with these as weapons.
I can annotate the map for others who may be following behind me.
Mark up the dragons, quicksand, highwaymen, sharks, pirates, trolls and other banana skins.
But you will probably need to find them the hard way too.
And we will get there.
Wherever ‘there’ is.