Fuck the destination.
A girl who saved my life told me years ago how it's not about the destination - it's about the journey. Being in high school at the time, I couldn't see any truth in it at all. I honestly thought it was just an excuse for the predicament that i was currently in. Over the years though, this phrase found a way to creep over the line of ridiculousness and onto the side of truth. Little by little, year by year, I believe it to be truer than ever before.
Fuck the destination. It is all about the journey. I don't ever want to arrive. I want to forever be in a constant state of arriving. The instant I realize that I've arrived ::crosses fingers:: will be one of the saddest moments of my life.
Never stop. Never settle. Never be satisfied. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line; I aim to find the path with the most bends, twists, and turns.
3 Comments:
There's your problem. You're taking advice from a walking baby factory.
Agreed. Fetuses, too, are in a constant state of arrival. But then you know what happens? They get born. Fucks everything up. Ugh.
the most satisfying part of the journey is the destination, one at a time.then another journey starts. dad
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