The Wise Ways In Which We Try Again

I could also just try again. Maybe this time not so hard. Maybe this time I could go a little slower, a little more gentle. Maybe — what if!  — with no destination in mind whatsoever. No path, no map, no goal. No fears or worries, concerns or comparisons: not good enough, this has been done before, this is dumb, who even cares!

Maybe this time around

( the precise math is 10,888 x ∞ )

it could be different.

It’s always different in the end; each iteration of getting “there”, wherever there is, is new territory. We are always travelling, destination unknown. For as much as we think that we know where we are going, we don’t really know at all. Not for sure. We have an idea, a hope, an inkling. It’s always an exploration.

Unknown oceans take us to places unimaginable, when we let the current course-correct. Vast ocean, velvet blue. Wise.

And so, I try again.