I was thinking about how I have been considering the journey I am on, but that lately I have been thinking too much on what happens when the journey ends. I’d like to think about what happens on the journey. I want to enjoy it and not worry too much about what happens at the end.
I wanted a metaphor for the journey and for a long time I thought about everyone trying to reach a mountain peak. Now that doesn’t seem to fit because the peak is a goal. I’m not really sure if there’s a goal at the end. I have another idea that I am not sure if it works, but it might. Here’s it is: everything is water in a huge ocean, all of time, all of existence, even God. When we are born, we find ourselves on river rafts traveling towards that huge ocean. We are on this amazing wonderful journey and there are billions of other human beings on the same journey with us. They all have their own rafts and they all are traveling down rivers toward the ocean, too. There are many rivers and many ways to get to the ocean. And it really doesn’t matter which river you take because all the rivers lead to the ocean. Everyone has free will and can choose whatever path they want, even though sometimes it seems that the river is chosen for us. Eventually all rivers lead to the ocean. When we get to the ocean, the raft just can’t take it. It falls apart in the waves, but each of us goes on because the ocean is home. It’s where we came from and where we will always end up. God is there and we aren’t ever alone.
Maybe it works. Maybe that’s why water is life.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
