Some pictures are worth re-posting. Don’t you think? Not because FB tells that you posted it to the very day 2 years ago. Or because you received the most likes, ending up as some greatest hits of the last 12 months. And implicitly because you looked pretty. Why else would people like it? No, for none of those reasons and you can think of many more which will not end up being the answer you were looking for. No it’s worth re-posting, for you to remember the moment. the feelings. the future. and yes the past. You recall sitting in that hotel window frame, so aptly called the Diplomat. It was always your favourite, since those corporate days for an American multinational. But now it took on an altogether different meaning. It told you to keep cool, collect yourself, be diplomatic. And if all else failed remember Marcus. His book sat on the bedside table….whether in moments of despair or just to kill time.

You can’t actually remember where you had dinner that evening. It is all empty…blotted out. You cannot even recall why you were there in the first place…..well client meetings yes…

So the image became the metaphor for the days, weeks, months and eventually years it would take. 166 days, trying to figure out the next 1556. Not even 10% had been accomplished, and yet here you are having achieved your halfway marathon last month. Next year in October you will have completed three quarters, and then there is the horizon….2020. You honestly can’t wait. Waiting to exhale…

finding the horizon