I asked myself this question as I walked the streets of San Francisco. On this sunny Thanksgiving. I spent time with the city I love. I was going in the direction of Ocean Beach. As I cannot be with the people I would like to, I kept thinking to myself, where am I going?
After I opened the second package of Kleenex I used to wipe up the tears, I was struck with a thought carrying an inertia and a kinetic energy like the waves crashing on the beach with the power to destroy and sustain life.
I am already where I am going.
This transformed into an answer of what I was just asking myself in repetition.
Over the next mile to the beach I went up and down hills, both litteral and emotional.
I am still as I sit in Golden gate Park flowing over those mental and emotional hills.
I am already where I am going. Even as I have much to do in my journey, I am where I need to be. This in itself is where I need life to located. If I were at the end, then that is where I would be, not somewhere along the way.
I set out today after I created a playlist I titled ‘sad walk’ to find something I did not expect. To find comfort, just as I did.
As I carried my camera, some photos I took on my walk in the greatest city on earth, just exactly where I need to be.