The most arduous terrain we ever cross is not on any map — it lies within. Unlike the outer world, the inner journey is invisible, filled with unseen shadows and subtle misperceptions. We battle not external foes, but the hidden ghosts of our own awareness. As Carl Jung said, “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”
The greatest challenge is not the darkness, but our unawareness of it. And yet, facing it requires something rare: boldness. Boldness to turn inward, to look unflinchingly, and to begin again. But boldness alone is not enough. Beauty softens the journey. As Khalil Gibran wrote, “Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.” This union — boldness and beauty — makes the journey possible and meaningful.
I didn’t know I was on this inner path for much of my life. It wasn’t until I turned 50 — on a journey to India — that I fully recognized it. That single visit revealed a truth more enduring than any place. India stayed with me. It taught me: there is nowhere to go. Everything essential is here. Now. “Wherever you go, there you are.” — Jon Kabat-Zinn.
The turning point came through surrender. Not the passive kind, but a courageous release — the letting go of false identities, flawed self-concepts, and expectations of others. In that surrender, a deeper self was revealed. Not a better version of “me,” but something timeless, present, aware.
This is the mystical dimension of the inner journey. It begins not with achievement, but with relinquishment. It is a homecoming, and yet, nothing outwardly changes. As T.S. Eliot said, “We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
The journey inward is rarely comfortable. But once begun, it divides life into two parts: before and after we awaken to it.