A Limit

I last walked a few days ago, reaching a point where I could not walk further and having to return. Mostly I start out with grande visions, destiny in mind and perhaps the inkling something new will arise and cross my path... opportunity. I pondered...what is the limit, where does reality leave off and vision / expectation begin..... What is satisfaction? When you reach a magical destination what does it feel like?

I noticed for the first time as I walked that the plants sway in opposite direction to the wind.... initially bending with the wind, but more constantly swaying against it.... perpetual motion. There seemed to be no limit to the amount they bended and swayed.... though a point is reached where they tend to snap back rather then smoothly float. Geese are known to fly against the wind catching up drafts..rising higher and higher. Salmon travel great distances upstream to spawn. Helium rises against gravity......and love apparently moves mountains.

There seems to me ......to be some inherit phenomenon which entices us to go against...rub up against....walk towards....approach.... Maybe it does not matter what the destination is..... the trip is the destination.... the smiles along the way the fuel.... the vistas touched the vision. The unknown the opportunity..... the trick is to avoid that point where it snaps back. Or, is feeling that snap part of the experience.....what is the limit?