PATHS

The paths I walk are strange, they have no beginnings or ends. I get lost when they divide, when they take unexpected turns, when they lead me to the same point or end abruptly on a cliff. There is no clear map, only signs. And sometimes I feel tired of going through them, sometimes I think I took the wrong one and sometimes I think there is no turning back. If only I could know where they are taking me or if I had the certainty of where I would like to get to.

And life is a path, but it is not just any path. Life is a rhizome, hundreds of paths connecting and disconnecting, challenging each other, returning you to what appears to be the same place, but is different in every way. It's overwhelming or wonderful, or both together, because destinations are not endpoints, but connections to new opportunities. Who knows what could happen? I think that's the essence of being alive. I decide, I face the consequences, and I decide again whether to go forward, take a step back, or turn left or right this time.

I get lost, yes, but sometimes when I get lost, I discover the best way to find myself. Because when I feel like opportunities seem to be closing, when I feel like I'm in the wrong place or I've fallen into a routine that forces me to do something I don't want to do, I find an opportunity to rethink myself. I deconstruct myself or, rather, I deconstruct that idea I had of myself. And it results I have given too much weight to the path I am traveling, I have forgotten that it is transitory, I have forgotten that I can go up or down, to one side or the other. And I transform myself, and I discover what it was that had been lost, I discover what was the baggage that still trapped my wings, my feet, my fins, my soul...

And I fly, I walk, I run, I swim, I levitate..., because normal paths are for walking, but rhizomes are for navigating between sea, land, sky, and spirit.