There was once a man

who became unstuck in the world.

He realized that he was not his car. He realized that he was not his job. He was not his phone, his desk, or his shoes. Like a boat cut from its anchor, he began to drift.

There was once a man who became unstuck in the world. He took the wind for a map, he took the sky for a clock and he set off with no destination. He was never lost.

There was once a man who became unstuck in the world. Instead of hooks or a net, he threw himself into the sea. He was never thirsty.

There was once a man who became unstuck in the world. With a Polaroid camera he made pictures of all the people he met and then he gave all the pictures away. He would never forget their faces. 

There was once a man who became unstuck in the world and each person he met became a little less stuck themselves. He traveled with only himself. He was never alone. 

There was once a man who’d become unstuck in the world and he traveled around like belief on the wind until he reached the place where he’d started out. His car, his job, his phone, his shoes; everything was right where he’d left it, nothing had changed. And yet, he felt excited to have arrived here, as if this were the place he’d been going all along. 

For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them. 

Go watch Castles in the Sky.