Life is a Highway

Another job failed. School was failing or at least falling below what I needed. The two went hand in hand because there wasn’t really time for both. I always set my bar high so failure was nothing new to me. I often tried things that led others to think I was nuts. The hardest thing for me to do was to quit or give up. But I also had to be realistic about when I had clearly been defeated.

I drove around for an hour trying to find my way to this country diner that I had been to once before in the middle of nowhere. It was just the kind of place where I wanted to chill. I got terribly lost but I didn’t care. I was in the move to drive.

Finally I found my way to the right road and as I drove down that road I passed a number of excessively large, expensive homes. It was this one in particular that struck me. It seemed large enough to house an entire extended family. It was white with black trim and set back quite a ways from the road. What would it be like to live there I thought? What does one do with a house like that? And there was my epiphany. The answer was boredom, my arch enemy. And that’s when I realized that goals like that weren’t for me. My life wasn’t about destinations; I was all about the ride.