Having Made My Choice

If you had a choice, either travel the entire world, see all the great things there were to see, and know no peace, or live out your life in one place, never travel, but have peace, which would you choose? Peace, of course. Isn’t that the rational choice, even the right choice by heart? To know peace, then anywhere, even just one place, would always be perfect? No need to search for something better, for meaning, to believe the lie that the journey is the destination. What does that even mean, anyway? It’s a lie, if you ask me, and I should know. So you’ll excuse me if I say goodbye. I have more places to visit, sites to see.