Rumi asked, "And you, when will you begin that long journey into yourself?" Notice how he asked "when", so it was not a question of "if", rather a certainty that the day eventually comes when we all start to wonder "Is this it - is this what my life is about, or was meant to be?"
This, to me, is the most pivotal and beautiful moment in life because it's when authentic living begins. That knife-edge point in life when there is so much suffering, so much discontent, so much about the way we're living that is un-centred that we might finally be motivated to begin the migration home - finding centre. This is when life begins to be lived on purpose.
Birds, seemingly miraculously, know where to fly during migration. North American monarch butterflies make their way over thousands of kilometres (from parts of the US and Canada to Mexico), somehow knowing where to go, even though they've never been there before.
Like all living things, we know when we're on course too. Like the flower and the tree, we know where the sunlight is. Like the bird, we know when we're on point in what often feels like a journey in life. And we know because the body tells us so. That constriction, that depression or despair, the feeling of heaviness that lingers day after day - they're body flares, an internal s.o.s signalling when we're off course.
But despite getting lost awhile, haven't you been on the path to centre all along? Once you start this explorative journey into yourself - finding the essence of your Self - you realise that there never was anywhere to go at all. Right here is everything. Right here is home. Right here, in the essence of each moment, is the perfection of what you already are. Like the expression goes, "Everywhere you go, there you are."