The journey always begins and ends somewhere. It does not matter whether we board the train, embark the plane, or climb into our own vehicle. We are just energy in motion having a human experience. Our travels are like the bumper stickers of the ’70s, covering the back of a vehicle as an advertisement to those that follow us, telling them where we been.
Our bodies, minds, and souls hold these same artworks yet they are not visible to the human eye. It takes a lifetime to collect and weave into a perfect artwork entitled our lives. Some of these canvases hold joy, others sadness and many can invoke time passage to people and places that defy description. But they are always original pieces that have been tucked away behind a life event and they only become visible when summoned through a catalyst like a song, a person, or a place.
The treasure chest can and will be unlocked at some point and the explanation of the brush strokes can be a collaborative effort. The journey has shaped us and made us who we are. It can be used to teach and helps us to understand. It can be a guide to others. Share those screenshots and store those memories with others so that the next chapter can be written and new rooms built to house the future photos. Our life here is short and we are only passing through. We do not know the next stop. Our only choice is which lens we will use on this next passage.