There comes a point
In every trip
When you look back
And you can’t see home anymore
And the lovely thing about travel
Taking trips
Is you always come home
But with journeys of personal growth
You go somewhere else.
If you’re lucky
You lose sight of everything you ever thought you knew
Your thoughts change
Your behaviour changes
And you can never return to the person you once were
Ever again
So you have to make your home
Inside a constantly shifting space
“The mind once stretched by a new idea can never return to its original dimensions again“ Ralph Waldo Emmerson
And be at peace with the unknown
Instead
That, my friend, is known as rebirth. Living among the Brazilian people also had that effect on me. “And [I] can never return to the person [I] once [was].”
I think we are born over and over again Rosaliene – if we are lucky 💜
Lovely post ❤️
Thanks Kellie
Very thought inducing, I really enjoyed this
Thankyou for reading
My pleasure