Free As A Bird; No Destination

I experience my writing or any other creative expression as going in circles. Going round and round but ever more deepening.

I don’t see any real destination except this deepening of the process.

In a way, I keep encountering the same issues again and again. Except for every time I encounter an issue, my knowledge has grown, and I react differently.

I think this going round and round is liberating my unguided ambition that leads its own focused life. My ambition wants to reach something; it wants this goal, this final release.

But no, this is not how it works for me.

What happens when I finally arrive at this imagined destination? Things will just begin again. Over and over, and over again, and that is a good thing! There is only a slightly wiser me that is starting the creative process again.

Slowly my ambition starts to crumble; freeing up space in my being. Going beyond ambition is stopping to make anything out of anything. No longer this ‘I’ that wants to reach things, that wants to become something.

Slowly this ‘I’ is dissolving until there is only creating. Humble and pure in itself.