A pilgrim journeys through places that are unknown to him. When he stops the journey he is no longer a pilgrim because he is no longer en-route. This applies to our inner life as well. When we reach the point where we are no longer willing to change then the journey is over even if the body continues to walk around.
Our spiritual life is a journey from ignorance to awareness, from self-centeredness to other-centeredness, from mediocrity to holiness, from how we have been to who we should be. The journey is one of growth. Discontent with our interior status moves us in search of what we may not be able to even name. It is the movement from surety to the embracing of mystery on its own ungraspable terms. The journey is one of growing in our ability to live with mystery without trying to possess it, to simply living in the presence of mystery and letting it slowly reveal itself.
Life is a journey for us filled with the mystery of the unknown. How we deal with that is what gives our particular journey its unique character and flavor. Does the unknown make us anxious or are we excited by it? The discontent that we feel inside is not a bad thing if it causes us to get off of our butt and take the journey that life is about. The difference between a tourist and a pilgrim is that the tourist goes to be entertained but the pilgrim goes to find. In June of 2004 on my first visit I went to Hawaii as a tourist. From my second and subsequent trips I go as a pilgrim seeking the rest of my life.