What is Wayfinding?
It’s what we used to do before anyone had all the answers. When maps were at best a good start on a journey that was otherwise yours.
Today, we no longer venture out on our own in this way. There’s always someone out there telling you where to go, how to get there, and what it’ll be like when you do.
We pull up directions before we start the car. Because in a world that’s already been mapped, we can find the best path forward before we even begin.
But life is not this way.
Finding your way isn’t something you do before you go — it’s what going is in the first place. And to this we are called. As a bird flies and a flower blooms, this innate ability to find our own way is nothing other than our birthright as spiritual beings.
But we belong to a generation that is being robbed of this birthright. The bird raised in captivity grows fearful of the sky. And thankful for its captors. We no longer remember our divinity.
More than any wisdom I could offer you, my wish is to inspire you to have the courage to go your own way. To remember the god-spark within you. To look into the almighty deep of the night sky and see your reflection.
To go on the adventure of your life.
Because all the things that will make your life an honor to have lived exist on the other side of adventure. And adventure’s not in here. It’s out there. And you belong out there. You must go.
To where? I cannot say. And how? I do not know either.
But why? This I know. Because if you don’t get out there, you’re not going to miss the opportunity of your life.
You’re going to miss the opportunity that is your life.
And I don’t want you to miss it.
Here in these pages, you’ll find something like my own adventure. Melodies, mementos, memories, and more. All I stand to offer is my own adventure. May it inspire you to go on yours someday.
For everything I cannot give you, let me give you hope. You are already more than anything that could ever be given you. You are God-given.
And that’s all you’ll ever need.
As I like to say, consider my writing here:
A Love Letter
To the life you’d live if you left it all behind.
— David Kennedy
