Quite often in life, when there is a goal, destination, or experience that we seek, it is put on a pedestal. This allows us to endure an endless number of obstacles, setbacks, and efforts to achieve them. It becomes a landmark that is constantly in our sights, letting nothing come between us and our quest for it.
For me, everything but the end result is black and white. I am unable to resist the pull and urge of this result and can only shift my focus after I have reached the destination.
But once I do, suddenly the landmark and destination that was so clear and distinct blends in with my surroundings and I am unable to distinguish it from everything else. This has more often than not, left me with questions: how can something that has been so important and vital, feel almost insignificant so swiftly? And what does that say about our need to explore? Our need to discover new things? Maybe it is saddening that we let go of something that has been such a big part of our lives so easily, once it has been achieved. But if we don’t, maybe we will stop exploring?