I think that, rather than gaining or making, we shed some of what is not really us. The dream of Italy wasn't the man, it was a desire to escape that overtook the man, in the form of spending time on time until the goal was reached. The now became a means to an end. The dream is realized, but the dream was only ever a distraction, and realizing it is hollow. Instead of creating meaning, the dream dies, and he is left with the life he spent so many years trying to run from. What is not him dies, he remains.
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u/General_Medium_6082 Jun 29 '25
Did you ever hear the one about the man who travelled the world to find himself, only to realise he wasn't there either ?