Nope.
Well…
Okay...Yes, life is a journey. In fact, it’s comprised of thousands (if not tens of thousands) of journeys that unfold within THE journey itself. Perhaps that’s why I much prefer the phrase “journeys of life” as opposed to “journey of life.”
But…
…contrary to the above bumper sticker sophistry, life is a destination, too. Quite so, in fact.
For is not life really about arriving somewhere? Somewhere definitive? To journey otherwise, is, I believe, to wander aimlessly and without any purpose that transcends the compulsion to find food and water, to create shelter, to achieve protection from harm, or to stimulate ones nerve endings. Without a destination or an aim, the question of “why” becomes irrelevant, don’t you think? Without asking "why," the drive to discover purpose becomes like a sail with no wind…limp, flaccid, inanimate—please feel free to continue with as many adjectives as you feel are fitting to the occasion.
Without a destination, enjoyment of anything is not just fleeting but of no lasting value or consequence. Without a destination, mistakes don’t matter. In fact, NOTHING maters—ultimately. Love is not just irrelevant but non-existent. And whether you continue to breathe in and out or not doesn’t really matter either, for of what lasting effect or affect will such behaviors have or produce? Not much more than the potential for exhaling that inhaling brings.
With a destination, though, enjoyment become enthusiasm, which is the seed of true joy and happiness, mistakes become the tools of divine guidance, the expressions and feelings of love and wonder become the pinnacles of experience, and the simple act of breathing in and out provides a physical means to keep oneself present in the moment and yet mindful of the future—feeling this breath, but mindful of the one yet to come…
With a destination, though, enjoyment become enthusiasm, which is the seed of true joy and happiness, mistakes become the tools of divine guidance, the expressions and feelings of love and wonder become the pinnacles of experience, and the simple act of breathing in and out provides a physical means to keep oneself present in the moment and yet mindful of the future—feeling this breath, but mindful of the one yet to come…
…to be experienced…
…to be enjoyed.
“And where are you going, Piglet?”asked a willy, nilly, silly old bear one fall day.
Yes, he may indeed have been a bear of very little brain, and yet, even he recognized the value of destination.
And where are YOU going, my friend?
Don’t think.
FEEL…
...and let God Whisper into the ears of your very own soul the things you've longed to hear your entire life.
Peace,
Dave
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