Traveled 33,000 miles to...
A couple years back I posted "When I began doing things that appeared insane to others, I was actually on a path seeking my sanity. From that point, I began living in MY reality".
I find so much truth in this statement. Tragedy leads to chaotic thinking and we do things we may not normally do. Our minds are grasping for a previous life. We are in crisis.
Tragedy is any event that tosses our routine into turmoil. Death, job loss, illness, divorce, they all leave our minds scattered. It's our natural intuition to bring it back in order.
When I decided to live in my car and travel the country, I was in a desperate attempt to bring order to chaos within. I made a decision that may have seemed insane to many to seek my my own reality.
I lived in that chaos for many many miles, sorting the past. I wasn't looking for a magic potion, I simply needed a reason to live. Not one that you provided for me, but one that came from within.
My path was unconventional, but it led me here, to my reality within. If you know someone who is struggling, looking for a reason to live, just listen to them. Allow them to find their unconventional path back, as it's their path to discover.
I traveled 33,000 miles to cross the street. It's not the distance I traveled, it's the experiences along the way. It's living in the moment. It's seeing heaven on earth.