A departure can only be taken with the hopes of some sort of an arrival. An arrival is only achieved through departure. In order to depart, there must be some place to go. In order to arrive, one must have some place to come from.
Yet, it seems the true moment of achievement lies between the two; a moment made of triumph and anticipation when one realizes that the simple beauty in taking a risk; the act of going out into the cold and facing the undetermined, uncertain, and unfamiliar, while the bed remains at home, warm and familiar. It is the moment when one embraces the unknown and accepts that, in order to possess knowledge, one must first be in absence of it.
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