Back to reality
where else can I run away to?
I am back home after a three-week trip. A week-long conference in Berlin. Ten days in India visiting my dad who is nearly 93. And a few days in Spain while returning.
But one can’t be touring around. Unless that is the job or that is the way of life as it is for some. But then again for me, it isn’t. So I am back. To where I belong.
While going around one keeps pondering about things. Learning. Evaluating. Processing. Mulling. Musing. Thinking about family. Making Meaning. Thinking about life in general and specifically.
The net of it is that I often come back with more questions than answers. And this time was no different. More questions than answers. More lists. More ideas. But even more questions than ever before.
But these trips are good for the soul. It is these questions that make us. Whether we find answers or not. We find some answers. We don't find others and that is okay. I guess. It is about being able to play the game. Being in the game. And that is what matters. Or does it?