A good traveler has no fixed plans,
and no intention of arriving.
Our minds love to corral us into fixed plans, timetables and destinations or goals for reasons of simplicity and energy usage. Think about that last sentence for a moment…
Does the thought of being controlled, dictated to or even the much darker thought of being enslaved by our own mind enslaved by ourselves not make you want to run for the forest to escape the awful tyranny created within your own head. Talk about a dystopian process bubbling and scheming in as close proximity as it can get to you, between your own ears. What’s a person to do?