At some point, along every great journey, we come to see that it is not the destination that matters but every step along the way. We remember that there is no "path", no grand design sprinkled with glitter and marked by a giant neon sign announcing "my purpose this way". We lay down our path by walking.
Seeking, with all its incumbent strategies of fortune and fame, youth and vigor, me and mine, meditation and austerity, enlightenment and greatness, is simply a distraction from this one and only Now. It's a subtle aggression against our life, as it is, in this moment. It isn't another something to be overcome. That would require a great deal of tilting at windmills with Quixote inspired absurdity. No. When we see this moment as it is, complete with it's vulnerability, uncertainties, unknown variables and obtuse horizons, we arrive in the only place we can ever truly call home.