Onward and Upward

For some reason in India that became the phrase of choice for me, cliche but oddly satisfying. I usually said it as we hoisted heavy back packs on after night of too little sleep or a day of far too much bus-riding. I also said it a lot as a means of deflecting well-meant expressions of condolences when people I lived with asked how my day was going and were unlucky enough to hear about my latest misadventure.

Its a really silly and trite phrase in a lot of ways but it also seemed to get me through and past a lot of moments of self-pity and other stupid selfishness.

Tonight, coming off a hellish week, a crazy weekend of travel and too little time in the mile-high city I find myself using it again.

Onward and upward, for it only gets better, easier or more joyful the more I keep trudging on and learn to enjoy all the craziness and questions and stress and unknowns that come my way.

Its a hell of a lot longer journey than the 12 hour (with food poisening) bus journey to Delhi was that last inspired the use of my tired phrase but it sort of makes me happy in a way. Its not a phrase to be used when fate is known and things are standing still, only when there is still more adventure to be had, more things to learn and more things to endure for goals and hopes and dreams that are always worth the struggle.