no directions

So if there is no where to go and no true way to reflect on what it is that is us, how do we know where we are going? Where is there to go? I do love the notion that, "if you can't find happiness from where you are standing, where do you expect to go to find it?"
Again, the journey; the record and reflection of the journey. No, not the reflection, that would only taint it, the journey. And yet as a practice reflection is not wrong. Perhaps the gospels are the way to go - not the gospels of Jesus, the gospels of journey. Perhaps just reflection and allowing the experience to settle in the symbolic and adding to the muddle is the practice.
There always seems to be a goal within spiritual practice - a goal line, an achievement, a practice with direction - perhaps the journal is it. I have my lengthy journal that spans the weirdness of who I am, or at least the "who I am" after school special kind of am. I've often thought about condensing it to a palatable morsel for all to chew on if they so desire. I have goals in life, but none so grand as to shut up for 3 years and check it out from the inside out.
We seek the reflections of others, perhaps in sharing with others our reflections we put to the test our real when balanced up against the symbolic. Is it possible that in the division we join? I'm back to living the paradox.
Well, at least I've justified writing a blog...
Would you like to be my other?