It’s graduation season. I remember the day I graduated from NYU. My dad was still alive. My family traveled from México to be present with me. I was heading to Penn. A friend took a photo of me that captured everything I felt that day: Is this it? Is this what success feels like? Why do I not feel the abundance of joy and meaning everyone else seems to express? Perhaps I knew then that the journey is what really brings true meaning. The joy felt from graduating from college is similar to that of crossing the finishing line of a marathon, getting your first car, buying your own home, or any other major life landmark. They all seem short-lived. Why is that?
