Feb 8
Pura Vida
The Pacific Ocean off the shore of Playa Nosara, Costa Rica
“Life’s about the journey, not the destination” – right? We’ve all heard those words a million times. But I’m beginning to think they’re wrong.
Specifically, I’m wondering: Do destinations actually exist? Sure, a literal journey, like driving to Disneyland, ends with a concrete end point – otherwise, how would parents answer the constant refrain of “are we there yet?” emanating from back seats across the land?
But in the more spiritual journeys of our lives (which I think the “life is a journey” quote is meant to evoke) – how exactly do we define “destination”? At what point do we stop traveling, and arrive?
Are we there yet?
