Traveling denotes transition,

Moving between places,

The steps in between,

For our desired destination.

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But travel misleads.

Travel is each moment connected; a journey defined.

With all the stops and the souls along the way.

Good and bad, sad and wonderful, hard and easy; the ultimate elixir for the soul.

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A nourishment and discouragement sandwich, which somehow, I swallow and survive.

When I am reminded, by one who matters, it becomes a milestone,

A place where I pause and listen,

See the way forward,

And, perhaps, change direction; if called for.

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In the meantime, I can come to love the traveling,

And begin to understand why others make it a way of life.