As One Journey Ends, Another Begins
50 kms to go. After being on the road for the past 3 years and 3 months, now there was less than an hour until I reached the end of my journey. But what does that even mean?
I stopped on the highway to capture my emotions. I was elated that I had actually survived 103,200 kms (64,140 miles) through 33 countries across 5 continents and not had even one serious incident. I was praying to the motorcycle gods that no one would hit me in the next 50 kms. I thought back to all the tough times on my journey where I questioned what I was doing, like my extended breakdown in Tanzania, and thanked my resolve for sticking it through. I smiled at all the joyous little stories along the way, like my time spent with fishermen on the Sudanese Nile, and thanked everyone who had crossed my path and allowed me to cross their paths. This was it. In 50 kms, the journey titled "Jammin thru the Global South" was ending.
I was excited because the end was going to be a new beginning for me. I chose to end my journey in New Delhi, a city that I had only visited once before. I wasn't ending the journey at 'home' but would be creating a new home in Delhi. When I left my previous home of Chicago, I knew I was heading on a one-way journey and didn't really know where the journey would end. I had said I was going to end in India, my home country, but I hadn't lived in India since my schooling days, so I knew that wherever I chose to end my journey would be a new adventure for me. And isn't that what life is all about? Small adventures tied together in the grand journey of our lives...
The end of my journey was arbitrary. I wasn't coming to a finish line. I was coming to a new place. It could have felt like any other city that I came across on my trip but as I turned on the Outer Ring Road of New Delhi and got swallowed up by traffic, I paused and thought, "OK, so this is my new home." A new journey was beginning.
But why did the journey have to have an end? Couldn't it just continue because perhaps I might just leave again after a while? No, because an end is very satisfying. It completes an act and allows a new idea to grow. An end is beautiful for it creates a conclusion. There is a power in a conclusion for it adds meaning to the journey that ended.
My journey ended and I can take pride in knowing that I started something and saw it through to its natural conclusion. It gives me confidence to start something new. A new journey has begun for me; a journey of recollection and story-telling. Now, it's time to tell the story and let others be inspired to start their own journeys.
Whilst my book will be all about my motorcycle journey, the act of writing it will be a new experience. A daunting experience for a first-time author, but hey, I know how to start something and see it through. I don't know what the book will be like. I don't know what the ending will be like. But I do know how to start and take steps forward and when it's time, the end will be in sight.