You don't get to a place by constantly moving, even if your journey is only one of sitting still and waiting. Every once in a while you have to stop in your tracks and admire the view, a small cloud and a tree outside your window. You have to see what you did not see before. And then you have to sleep.

The people he met, the places he passed, were all steps in his journey, and he kept a place inside his heart for each of them.

If I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, it stands to reason that I'm going to get there.

The least planned part of the journey, however, was the journey itself.