Messolonghi, Western Greece
You know it’s somewhere there, but you can’t say exactly where. You feel it floating in the air, but still can’t reach out and catch it with your hand. You’re still in the dark, wondering where to turn for light, but too confused to be able to focus and realize where it is coming from.
Then the moment comes and you find a place to stop and breath, you step into your pouch of light and you sit down, then slowly things begin to take a shape.
You start to see it, like a trace of fog in the beginning, then like a shadow, then brighter and brighter. You see the way, you find the sea, you know you have to dive and fight to find it.
So there you go, you dive and you search, you try and you err, you laugh and you cry, you find and you lose, you rejoice and you suffer… you see the light, you chase it, you catch it, you lose it again.
And then, after you have given everything you had, you finally get there, you find peace, you find your longed-for vision and you suddenly realize you always had it with you, you just needed to decide to start the journey and discover it.
Because the vision is not the end of the journey, it’s the journey itself.
Dedicated to Joel Tjintjelaar.