It isn't in getting in the plane, or jumping from it.
It isn't in moving to a new country, again.
It isn't in stating over somewhere new, yet again.
It isn't in making new friends from a new culture.
It isn't in packing up your life, again, in two suitcases.
It's getting off the wrong plane.
It's in disappointing some if it means
doing what your soul calls you to do.
It's in giving up
and going home.
It's in following the unknown plan, the better one,
the one that only the Spirit can make known to you
one step at a time.
It's in taking the road you
traveled-less.
It takes courage to take the flight from this Godforsaken city of Dublin solely on a prompting, and just because.
It takes courage to finally rest, for good. And put the suitcase in the closet, back where it came from.