Ultimately, every destination remakes the traveler. As Antonio Machado wrote, “Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar” (1912): walker, there is no path; the path is made by walking. The Alchemist ends where it began, treasure discovered at home—suggesting that the journey clarifies who you are. Close each season with reflection: what virtues strengthened, what maps no longer fit, what gratitude anchors the next draft? Then, write a new map and step again. In this rhythm, the path and the person mature together. [...]
