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Posted: July 4, 2012 in Uncategorized

Traveling a distance of ninety miles approximately every sixty minutes, in a cage of steel and iron down a stretch of cement, you might as well be doing nothing. You’re moving, but not, watching the world move by even though it all looks similar enough that you only notice the biggest changes, and the biggest concern is not with where you are but when you will be in the place you had hoped to be by now.

There are, of course, other options. Trains, airplanes, occasionally a boat of some kind, but the end result is always the same: the languishing wait trumps all sense of relief of accomplishment in arrival.

But we are always more concerned with what we can have rather than the things we have to do to get it. The only time the scales reverse is when something is too much work to obtain, and then we focus on how hard it would be, and finally how it must not be worth it.  Then we give up, or in rare instances, take the trouble, complain about it, and then once it’s done, spend more time complaining than appreciating. And that’s where I am now. In a car full of three other people. Asking if we’ve arrived, and how much farther, and whining, and moaning.


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