Someone once said, 'The road is always better than the motel.' It's a sentiment that, upon reflection, unlocks a profound truth about a life well-lived. In my youth, like many, I chased aspirations, believing that reaching them would bring lasting satisfaction. But I soon learned that life is a continuous pursuit. Each achieved goal, a 'motel,' offers only a brief respite, a temporary pause on the endless road of self-fulfillment.
True creative living thrives on motion, on constant movement away from stagnation. The journey itself, the very act of trying, is where the true happiness lies. As an amateur photographer (see: JPLlorca), the thrill isn't the albums or gallery display, but the moment of capturing the perfect shot. For me as a geologist, this road has taken many forms – the field exploration of minerals, the geological search and researches of precious metals, the countries and places visited, the people and multi-cultural experiences, and the lecture platform. Each 'motel' along these paths offered a moment for reflection, but also served as a springboard for new adventures.
The beauty of this journey is amplified when we travel not just through the external world, but also within the landscapes of our minds and spirits. We must diligently clear the dead ends of negativity, ensuring our internal compass points towards growth. The anticipation of self-fulfillment, the unwavering belief in our potential, transforms the road ahead into a vista of boundless possibility. Each step, each challenge overcome, strengthens the prospect of our greatest achievement.
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