Wrinkles and Scars

I've come to realize that all the effort and hard work in the world will not always get you what is wanted. Unfortunately, as many adults say, "That's life." The interesting thing though is that along this journey of dedication and utter focus there is a brief moment when the destination isn't the goal anymore. The travel becomes the goal. The travel makes the memories. Along the way the goal's appearance slowly turns vivid and the blur fades. The curtain is pulled and the effort no longer seems necessary, but we keep going. We keep up the work. Why? Because as the goal diminishes we begin to work purely for the reward of independence. The reward of a journey. Think about it. When we age and grow wiser we don't convey that our rewarded goals were achieved with the number we define ourself with. We convey that our rewarded goals were achieved with the wrinkles on our bodies and the scars on our hearts. We don't compare ages. We compare stories.