Arthur C. Brooks

So I walk the Camino de Santiago, which is this walk hundreds of miles across northern Spain.

People have been pilgrims, have been doing that for 1,100 years.

And it finishes up in a medieval city called Santiago de Compostela.

And the legend is... Did you use 100 miles or 500?

I did the last 160 kilometers is what I did.

So it was, I wanted to do all 800 kilometers, but my wife said, no.

She said, you don't have that much time.

She's like, no, we did not have the time.

She's like, I just don't have that much will to do that.

I have other things I need to do, you know, but, and she knew it was for me.

And so that, and that really was enough.

And so I started walking and believing, praying and believing that I was gonna find what I was looking for.

But what I didn't know is it didn't work that way.

I got more and more tired and I got more and more sore and I had blisters and I was beaten down and that's what I needed to be.

I needed to be properly beaten down because that's when the aperture was open.

I had this kind of tenderness.

It was like a lobster that had molted.

And when that happened, as I was entering into Santiago de Compostela, my meaning found me.

I felt that I had discovered it.

I didn't find it.