I left, get away, to be alone, to listen the silence and to listen to myself, finally. And then I said nothing, I understood that what I came for, I will not find it ; no, Iceland will not offer me a big revelation, it will not tell me who I am, where I have to go, as I hoped so much.
So I gave up, let myself be guided without thinking, explored the calm and the infinite, the days without nights and the vast deserts. And here, in the emptyness, I found, almost by accident, something incredibly precious, nestled between two rocks and a yellow blade : a truth. The truth that, like the desertic landscapes of Iceland, everything change. Nothing is immutable. Like those landscapes, all the same but all different.
Life is like that : you see nothing changing, everythink seems familiar, and though, sometimes really slowly, inch by inch, everything become different. You just have to go forward.
So, you too, let yourself be guided, and enjoy the journey.
