I am a thought experiencing itself.
I wonder what the point of a lot of things is; until I try to reflect on what the point of having a point is. My journey of reflections, conclusions and contemplations is not marked by checkpoints or milestones. I don't pick up the book where I left off. Owing to life's happenings I often forgo or even forget my progress. The spiritual path is often about rewinding, restarting, relearning or even undoing before you can redo things. I think back on all the things I've thought back on. All the times I think back on things from the past. What conclusions I reach, I wonder. Where are they now? What does it mean to have or not have them? If I will always be better tomorrow what's even the point of doing things today. And if I'll always make mistakes what's even the point in learning from them. To make better mistakes perhaps? Or the fact that we keep trying? Or does redemption lie in having walked the path further than the last visit? Even if The Path is infinite, th...