pilgrimage...

I have been on a pilgrimage for a long time. The never ending preparation stage for life’s calling and the fulfillment of mission. A long time ago I made the decision to start this pilgrimage, and I packed up my things in a suitcase and left. Since then I have been in a permanent state. I live out of that suitcase; it is my life and contains everything I need for living. I do accumulate along the way, but when it is time to move on I purge, leaving the essentials.
This is my 6th year now, and with every passing moment my passion grows and dies. I long for the day when preparation (pilgrimage) will be over and life will begin. Some say “embrace the journey” “live in the moment” but my eyes cannot focus there for they are drawn away to that day.
The idea of pilgrimage is really one of coming home. Muslims pilgrimage to the birthplace of their religion. Jews to their homeland. And when people are dissatisfied with their life, where do they go? They go home. Home, where they are comfortable, no fakeness, facades, just them playing on the swings. Why do Jews seek the homeland? Because in it contains themselves, their identity and beliefs. And so, I too am looking for home. It is not in the place of my birth or in the house where I grew. It is in the place of my calling. Where I feel whole. Where I am myself, no fakeness, no facades, just me and my purpose.
So today I will keep carrying my suitcase on my pilgrimage for that day.