I took this picture, in February, on a mostly deserted beach in Mexico. That little hut out there in the water looked like one of those fancy water hotels in Bora Bora that you see in magazines and friend’s Facebook feeds. I wish I could give you a 360 degree view of this place, but suffice it to say, the “Bora Bora hut” didn’t fit out there. We were so intrigued because we couldn’t believe it was there, so we walked way down the beach to get a closer look.
It wasn’t exactly as it seemed.
It turned out to be an old abandoned dock. It went so far out from shore, we never imagined someone would build a dock that far out, in the middle of nowhere. But they did. Even more interesting was that, as we got closer, we could see that it was pretty beat up.
The entire front entrance was washed away.
In fact, if you wanted to actually walk on the dock, it would have required some Ninja Warrior type skills to swim out, climb up a pier from the deep water and launch yourself up on the dock. Let’s not even think about how this would have turned out for me, please. The point is, as I was walking the long beach, down to the dock, I was imagining strolling out over the turquoise ocean waves with sea breeze blowing my hair.
But it was a mirage.
Mirage: something that appears real or possible but is not in fact so.
It wasn’t ever possible. I just didn’t know it until I traveled the entire journey to be able to see it close enough to understand. It wasn’t until I was right up on it, that it made sense that this beach was full of big, fancy houses that were never rebuilt after being hammered by a hurricane. Of course that dock was hit too. It made perfect sense.
But not until after I made the journey.
This is a repetitive theme in my life. How about yours? How many times do you make a journey with the final destination in mind, only to realize the destination was a mirage?
If you’re anything like me, it happens a lot.
I go through so many days looking forward to the next event, the weekend, or sometimes even just bedtime, only to realize the destination isn’t what I was really needing after all. It was the journey. There isn’t a final destination to arrive.
The destination is a mirage.
The only thing that is real, the only thing that really matters, is who are you are becoming on the journey. Worry less about the destination. Pay a little more attention to what you’re experiencing today, in this moment in the journey.
This journey? It’s the good stuff.
to more love,
Crystal
