We don’t always know when we arrive in the wilderness.
The desert is a place of simplicity, energy and clarity.
The wilderness, one of isolation, stumbling and stress.
But for me, there were no signs to announce I was leaving the one and entering the other; no well-marked borders to make things clear.
So I didn’t know that I entered the wilderness; and the scenery was not so different at first.
In fact, I walked for many days, perhaps years, before I realised and through my tears, beheld the un-crossable chasm, the futility of this journey.
Bored of my own unhappiness, I began my return, this is possible, this is allowed; but I left the wilderness by a different path.
There was no going back to the place where I entered.
The wilderness is left by another way, one kinder to the traveller.
