Gurus and TED talkers and Buddhists and people that love the sound of their own voices love talking about “the journey”. I keep thinking about “the voyage”. I think the sea is a much better metaphor than walking down a road.

There’s no path to follow.

There’s reefs.

It’s easy to get carried away by the stream.

It’s really fucking hard to hit an island in the middle of the ocean (Read about Shackleton’s final part of the journey from Antarctica sailing to Georgia Island and the consequences of missing).

There’s sirens out there.

We’re on a ship (your body for the more literally minded) that’s constantly being replaced.

Fare forward fellow vogagers.

We’re not the same people that left port.

We’re not the same people that will arrive if we reach our goal.

The “ship” is as important as the voyage.

Pointing your ship in the right direction isn’t necessarily at the target, you have to account for streams and wind.

Even when you think you’re very close to your goal you can miss it by inches and you can never go back.

You have the stream of time pushing you.

There’s other islands in the sea.

But you will have missed your intended island.

P.S. Apologies to T. S. Elliot for mangling his poem. (You will do much better by just listening to that than reading my stuff)