Oh settler, lose the connotation of your label. The finding is always brief, and the building is long! Oh builder, you can still be a searcher too—but let those searches commence now with the spirit of retrieval. May what is discovered be retained and then, in turn, rediscovered as it is connected to the growing whole. The best kind of tourist activity is construction site seeing! Searching and discovering and building working together.
Work to conceive of your home base, be it a life philosophy or a personal building project, as a kind of downtown, and yourself as a reverse commuter: searching out, returning in! Oh blueprints, you're in fine print no longer! If I am only reading you, I will at least do it in a hard hat now. So that I can dash back to the job site at a moment's notice. All of this is to say: I'm no longer content with being a collector of a random assortment of days—no, it's time to put something together. Let's piece it that way.
Don't sell yourself short—long day after long day. The tool trading its services for rust protection gets worn down anyway. Woe to those whose souls reside within them like perpetually unreachable general contractors. At its root, building anything is a spiritual endeavor—material itself (and time too) is a mere tool. May a new generation of anti-materialists emerge, armed with hammers and nails, and the desire to forge connections from scratch. May there soon be stories upon stories, upon villages of them!
Beware of self-doubt that manifests itself as sense doubt. Do you often feel yourself at a distance from "the normal path"? Do the ordinary ways and whys of the world seem small upon the horizon, causing you to believe that you are still far, far away from your ultimate becoming? Well, consider this: maybe those goals look small because they are small. Stop chasing stunted horizons and build here. This is the way, and it's on top of another way, ad infinitum.