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Those seeking the journey of a lifetime often look to some pilgrimage as an answer, and it’s hard to blame them. However, no Vernean odyssey could compare to this single moment. 

I remember being regaled with stories of backpacking around cities far away. Youths would flock to get the cheapest Eurorail or Shinkansen passes and discover the world. A trip was the time to explore ancient ruins of a nation long since destroyed or dance until the sun came up to songs with words completely unknown to you; and in this, you hoped to find yourself.

But seeing the sunset in my hometown, I saw the true majesty that could be discovered; the heavens were more gorgeous than any marvel of humanity. It was then that I chased the perfect dusk, an instant more powerful than an entire journey. Looking out at the wine-dark Mediterranean I found it and sighed.