Every Journey has a beginning,
Has a goal.
A goal that is changed and reformed along the way.
We get lost on our Journeys,
We traverse territory both unexplored and long forgotten.
We meet others, tramping too,
Some hinder, some help,
Because each is on their own expedition.
When and if we reach the destination
We find that the meaning we have attained
Is only because of how we have come to it
And yet sometimes the goal itself was nothing
A small whim that has now changed us forever.
We turn and twist, go right and left,
Find many new things and leave many behind,
The choices, ups and downs, actions and words,
Blend into something untouchable.... indescribable
And make a mixture,
That is a Journey
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