I think I finally understand something about why things go the way they go. If you recall, I have been flirting with the idea that some sublime goal of mine was within reach — and this got me, if nothing else, real scared. Now, John Lennon said that life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans — yes, but then there are these rare moments of clarity, when you can see what is around you, when you can be full of the moment, here, now, and live as one is meant to live. To seize the day, to be at the place you wanted to be, to be doing what you wanted to be doing — not by being or doing anything different, but being at peace with what all that happens, to find in you the rhythm to life.

What I understand now is that what I was seeking was not what I was seeking, that my plans were not what they seemed to be, nor were its goals. I realize that going on the journey is just as good — in some ways, better. And it may be that I was wrong when I thought I was on the brink of achieving something great, but it was just enough of a taste to make me realize what a good thing I have going in finding my way there. I realize, finally, that this is the good stuff, the throwaways of life, the filler material, the stuff happening every day while one usually pines for a brighter day. The day is plenty bright when one has eyes to see. Sometimes the only change we need to be happy is a new perspective.