The journey to find the Real defines it and gives it the strength to manifest. It is not an end to be obtained, rather an atmosphere to be attained. I can’t imagine how boring life would be without the possibility to pursue this concept of self-realization. We leave such explosive creativity dormant by not awakening, yet if this process is forced upon us it becomes an oppressive entity in place of a freeing one. The Youth in Passing Strange came to associate himself with many instances of a Real, but they were not his personal Real. He did lack a physical guide to direct him, but no guide can show you the way. It must be an attraction and requirement in the moment, with no pre-determined end, for this is end, this way, this Real, is reached simply by mustering the desire to discover it within the process. Attempting to plan this undertaking can do more harm than good. Perhaps what some call fate, not to a fatalistic extent, is evident in the uncertainty of the journey and what one may uncover within oneself. Every person’s life directly impacts all in proximity on an atmospheric level, even without collision. Wishing to control even our individual role in this cycle is a fool’s errand, but that is not to say your insight is worthless. So next time it seems nothing is working out or all is for naught, step back, take a breath, and look again.
