Goals are meant to be reached. The journey might be fun or it might not. You may find your goal was a lot easier once you do the work or you may find just how much you’re lacking.
But you will have to climb that mountain pretty hard until you reach a plateau. Eventually you’ll overcome your obstacles and come to a place where you can see the horizon.
Now you can coast through and take it easy enjoying the fruits of the strenuous climb you just finished. After a while you’ll find yourself wandering, that old feeling of unease and anxiety to do something bigger creeping in.
You can wander for years or you can choose to set your sights on the next peak.
You’re probably asking, what is the point of this constant climbing?
If I’m always soaring to new heights, is that not a life where you’re a slave to your desires, to your thirst.
Not if you see life as movement.
You can choose to settle, plant a garden and raise a family in the valley.
But you will always wonder about those towering peaks that pierce the sky. You’ll know once you reach a plateau, that the journey was worth it, that the gain is internal not just external. It is the joy of new knowledge, new conquest, power and clarity over yourself and your environment.
The journey is not never-ending. It stops when you die. At least from what we know, death may be the last resting place of our soul.
But until then we are all caught up in the current of life, no matter how much we wish to rest, no matter how much we think we deserve peace, the world is moving and we are but a small part of it. We have no choice but to keep learning, keep growing and expanding our horizons.
For ourselves, for our families, for future generations and for humanity.
The journey of man has always been one of expansion and settlement, more expansion and settlement. The eternal spirit within knows no rest, its mission is to shine light into the darkest corners of the cosmos.