Pray that the summer mornings are many when with such pleasure, with such joy you will enter ports seen for the first time - Konstantinos P. Cavafy

A month passes by and brings another month. Easy to guess what lies ahead: all of yesterday’s boredom. And tomorrow ends up no longer like tomorrow.

We for the best will strive. And always more defective, more perplexing than before, shall all things fare; until, as in a mist, we stray bewildered. Then we shall desist. For in that helpless hour the gods attend. They always come, the gods. They will descend from their machines, and straightway liberate some and as suddenly exterminate others; and having reformed us, they will go. — And afterward, one will act so; and so another; and in time the rest will do as they needs must. And we shall start anew.

Have Ithaka always in your mind.
Your arrival there is what you are destined for.
But don't in the least hurry the journey.