why do things happen? what if it’s all connected, and on some levels you can always find a “bigger” meaning, but there is no greater meaning?
i wonder if this is what those sailors felt, sailing to the end of the world seeking the end, only to find themselves right back where they started from, realizing it’s just a big circle. chasing the point that’s always off in the horizon to find you end up exactly where you were. but you’re not exactly who you were. you’ve changed.