Oh family of ducks, I see you’ve left the pond. Searching for something bigger, you’ve found yourselves here, fighting off real waves. Now, on your own volition, you approach the shore to feed on conclusions you’ve been pushed towards. You’re adamant that it is you alone choosing the direction, and to prove this, you proceed after feeding to beat back the current and return to your new and greater expanse. How deep must you go to prove you’ve really become a sea creature?
When close to shore, you can hardly notice the change. And maybe you’ll remain here, always on the periphery of the grander stage you’ve landed upon. Feeding on something big’s beginning but perhaps never growing big inside yourself? You took the chance and made the leap (flight); you’ve done it! You’ve gone from pond to ocean! But upon arrival has your courage seemed to depart? Just another beginning to reconstruct old patterns? Ask yourself, are you here just attempting to find the familiar in a new extraordinary setting?
Was your courage merely enough for departure? Do you have the courage to land in a sustained fashion? Do you have the courage to journey again after landing? For here is the hard truth: the true journey only begins upon arrival. Finding is not enough, you must adventure and explore the greater terrain of your life’s discoveries, themselves a result of (sometimes almost involuntary) spasms of courage. Do you understand that? Or are you content to make a pond (in your mind’s eye) of every ocean you have the initial courage to find?