When we’re going somewhere, we keep our mind fixed on the point of destination, managing to observe only some in-between points of interest, which mainly serve as indicators that we're moving towards the right direction. All else remains unseen keeping the focus on the end goal. Occasionally, we are surprised by the unexpected, which for a while seems like going into a void; we become completely absorbed, attached, losing our inner balance, either forgetting or doubting where we intended to go.
But we finally make it. We reach our destination point. We are there. The interesting part comes when we decide to return home. It is not a conscious decision, one that we have to think about, focus on; it is just the natural thing to do. There are no doubts, just an instinctive, natural need/urge/desire to return. So, in a sense, we are freer to observe our surroundings.
