🌿 The Journey That Forgot to Arrive 🌿

I packed my dreams in a suitcase bright,
Ready to chase the stars at night—
But halfway there, I tripped on wonder,
And life whispered, “Slow down and ponder.”

I boarded a train called Someday Soon,
But the view outside stole my tune—
Mountains giggled, rivers winked,
And suddenly my plans… well, shrank and shrank.

I asked a stranger, “Are we there yet?”
He laughed, “My friend, don’t you forget—
Destinations sit still like stubborn stones,
But journeys? They dance right through your bones.”

My map was perfect—straight and clean,
But the world preferred a scribbly scene—
Detours fed me stories sweet,
Wrong turns introduced new feet.

I planned to celebrate once I’d “made it,”
But life—oh life—kindly invaded it:
With spilled chai, with jokes, with rainy delays,
With sunsets that hijacked my busiest days.

Now I know—oh what a revelation!
Arrival is just a tiny station.
The magic lives in steps between—
In who we become, not where we’ve been.

So here’s my motto, freshly spun:
“Reaching is nice… but living is fun.”
Because the treasure hiding in plain sight—
Is the journey that glows before the night.

And if I ever finally reach “there,”
Feet dusty, wind-tangled hair—
I’ll smile, knowing with cheerful affection:
The journey was the real destination.