Although somewhat cliché, I enjoyed
the discussion today on the importance of the journey instead of the
destination. Every single one of us is guilty of rushing through life at one
point or another. We are constantly preoccupied with getting to point B,
whether it is the next big event in your life or just the weekend. We spend so
much time looking forward that we lose sight of what’s right in front of us.
And once we have realized it is too late and we once again have created a new
path. It is an interesting idea of just driving; not knowing where you’re
headed and it honestly gives me anxiety. Whenever I’m driving I am always in a
rush to get to my destination (not sure if that’s the way I have been taught
living in Miami or what), however there are certain times, where I will just
keep driving past my destination with the windows down and music on (sounds
stupid, but you know you like it too). I will continue driving until I remember
I have some work to do or if I run into traffic, but those few minutes where
for once it doesn’t matter where I’m going is very relaxing and brings me no
anxiety in the moment. One might say there is even a moment of clarity. But picturing
myself doing this for an excessive amount of time calls the uneasiness right back.
Maybe if we didn’t think so much about the future or try to find all the
answers, these moments could last longer. I think we constantly strive for
point B because it gives us purpose, something to work for. Without a point B,
who are we and where are we going? We don’t know and that’s what scares us the
most.
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