Wherever you are, and whoever you may be, there is one thing in which you and I are alike at this moment, and in all the moments of our existence: we are not at rest; we are on a journey. Our life is a movement, a tendency, a steady and ceaseless progress towards an unseen goal. Every single day, we are either gaining or losing something.
Even when our position and character seem to remain precisely the same, they are changing, for the mere passage of time is itself a change. A barren field in January is not the same as one in July; the season makes the difference. The limitations that are innocent in a child become childish in an adult.
Everything we do is a step in one direction or another. Even the failure to act is, in itself, a deed that moves us either forward or backward. Just as both poles of a magnetic needle exert real force, to decline one option is to accept its alternative.
Are you nearer to your port today than you were yesterday? Yes, you must be a little nearer to some destination; for since your ship was launched upon the sea of life, you have never been still for a single moment. The sea is too deep to find an anchorage at will, and there can be no pause until you reach your port.