LOG n.3 - Highway to self

3.10.2025 1846 - Marina del Sur, Las Galletas

It starts with a grappling hook being launched at our presence. Talking about a metaphorical one. Though I have an anchor of this style for my dinghy (or things I desire not to see).

The grappling hook of the Past appears usually right after you start to move away from her. It's a push and pull relationship, but if you'll pass the test and throw the grapple back, she'll let you go.

It's basically reassurance. She's firmly asking: "Are you really?" and we need to "really" because there's so little time for plain words without action. It's another obstacle to jump over. Mental one, but those are sometimes (for me almost always) notably more challenging.

Anyway, by overcoming these obstacles, we pick up speed, and that's a speed in the direction of our highway to self. Getting on a highway to self through the small roads (or off roads) can sometimes be tricky. Fastly slowing down, then again speeding up, turning in rain and thunderstorms. Road can be slippery, but once you see the stream of tail and headlights of your intentions from far, a sense of peace comes. And belonging with it.

Once you finally take the junction and merge back onto the highway of self, you breathe out and can relax for a while, being guided by the other lights with the same direction.

"Every tide that pulls you away is also pulling you home"

-Unknown