The Gift of the Journey: Finding Meaning and Purpose in Life

By Liz Picardal, October 13, 2024

One day, while trudging through a thick heavy mist,

I encountered a woman with a smile that persist.

She moved with such grace, like a dance in the breeze,

With laughter that floated, putting my heart at ease.

"Excuse me, dear lady, may I ask you why?

You carry such joy like the sun in the sky?"

She paused in her steps, with a twinkle in her eye,

"My friend, it's the journey that makes my spirit fly."

"I walk this road, though it twists and bends,

Through storms and through sunshine, where every path ends.

Each moment I cherish, each step I embrace,

For the joy in the journey is what makes life a race."

I frowned at her words, filled with doubt and despair,

"How can you find joy in a path that feels bare?

It doesn't lead straight to my dreams, so it seems,

Each day I awaken to the weight of my journey's themes."

With a knowing smile, she nodded her head,

You won't find what you seek by walking in dread.

To reach distant dreams, you must wander and roam,

For each twist in your journey brings you closer to home."

"So turn not from the trials, embrace every fall,

For the journey you take is a gift to us all.

Your dreams are the silver, but remember this truth:

The journey is golden, the path holds your youth."

Live fully in each moment, let your heart be your guide,

In the laughter, the love, let your worries subside.

When gratitude fills you, and love's light does shine,

You'll discover the magic in every design."

With that, she turned, her silhouette fading,

Leaving me pondering, my heart gently swaying.

Her words echoed softly, igniting a spark,

I realized my heart was not meant to stay dark.

With gratitude rising, I opened my eyes,

To the wonder around me, the vast endless skies.

For I've learned to embrace each twist in the way,

Finding beauty and wonder in the light of each day.

Since that day in the mist, I've walked many trails,

With the wisdom she gifted, my spirit now sails.

And in my heart's rhythm, I've found my true goal:

To cherish the journey and nourish my soul.

Now I walk with intention, each step filled with grace,

For the journey is magic when you embrace its pace.

With each sunrise that greets me, I savour the thrill,

For the path is my canvas, and I'm painting it still.