In every version of the Hero’s Journey, the protagonist returns home with new found knowledge about themselves and the world. Their arrival is met with open arms and open ears. They are praised for everything they have accomplished and loved for everything they’ve become. In the movies, we see that the hero is always able to initiate a positive change upon their return with the knowledge they have brought back from their journey. However, as anyone who returns home for the holiday’s knows, it doesn’t always work like that. 

In real life, the story starts out much the same. We leave home for various reasons, embarking on a journey that will make us who we are destined to become. Upon our return, we are met with similar fanfare, but those open arms are not matched with open ears. We soon learn that our time away has changed us, and those that stayed remained the same. The lessons we try to impart with the retelling of our story falls on def ears. Eventually, we come to an understanding that the land and people we once knew so well, the place that made us who we once were, and the people we so easily related to is no longer us, nor a place we can call home. Serving as a distant reminder of who we once were, it has now become happily unfamiliar.

Standing in front of us are mirror images of our past selves. The family, and friends who stayed behind, who didn’t answer the call to adventure, serve as a stark contrast of who we were, how far we’ve come, and a lot of the time, a version of ourselves we no longer wish to be. The journey we set out on, for whatever reason, changed us. The distance it created was necessary for our transformation. The separation provided the time and awareness that the person who we were when we left is not who we are meant to be, and if we stayed, would keep us from who we were meant to become.