“You haven’t seemed much interested in anything. I wonder why you travel, sometimes. Most men leave home to learn about the wider world. You don’t seem to want to know.”
A different sort of elbow in the ribs. Blaise thought of stating as much, but after a moment said only, “Some men leave home to leave home.” –Guy Gavriel Kay, A Song for Arbonne
Travel far enough.
Travel till you’ve outrun the grief; travel till you’ve made peace with it.
Travel till you find ease for your tired heart; travel till you find solace.
Travel till you find a place that understands loss,
Understands you, what you lost.
Travel till you no longer need to be found.
Travel till you’re no longer afraid of what you’ll find, face to face with what you ran away from.
Travel till fighting feels better than flight.
Travel till you feel.
Travel till you heal.
Travel till you no longer fear hope.
Travel to a place that makes you believe,
Or makes you think you could believe again, someday.
Feel alive again, someday.
Travel till you accidentally find yourself smiling again, finally.
Finally, you’re home.