Shifting

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

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