The Trip

The man rose and stepped to the microphone to the sound of applause from his audience.  Looking randomly around the room he began speaking.  “Maybe the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything.  Maybe it’s about unbecoming everything that isn’t really you, so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place”.

With that he stopped and, still looking around the room, watched the various expressions on the faces before him.  Most displayed a look of confusion and ambiguity. Some even appeared perplexed.

Then he continued.  Today, I want to take you on a little imaginary trip.  Of course, we all know we are here, so the question is “where are we going”.  Well, specifically, everywhere, anywhere, or perhaps no where.  That is because when I said trip, a different destination immediately appeared in each of your imaginations.  Everyone was going somewhere different then those around them and some of you chose not to leave. If you were one of the latter, I would appreciate it if you would turn off he lights and close the doors when this is over because there is no telling where the rest of us will be.

He again surveyed the crowd, listening to the nervous laughter and watching an edginess begin to descend.   They were out of their comfort zone and he knew it.  “I decided I want to go to Hawaii” he said.  “However, I am a little pressed for time, so I am not going to leave from here.  I instead will just hop a plane in San Diego.  So much easier and so much faster”. What difference does it make?  It’s my trip”.

Slowly he walked across the stage, making brief eye contact with several people, but speaking not a word.  Finally, to the sound of some feet shuffling and a little uneasy squirming, he said “you can do it too.  You can decide how involved you want your trip to be.   You too can hop beyond where you presently are like I did, or you can start from here.  Your call. What difference does it make.  It’s your trip”.

“But, here’s the thing.  While some of you will enjoy the rapid approach, arriving as quickly as possible, others choose to be involved in the whole experience.  To some of you, the destination and acquiring it as quickly as possible is the goal.   To the rest, planning and executing is their means of reaching their goal, their destination”.

Again pausing briefly, he gazed over the audience as if in thought.  Then he said “Success is a lot like that isn’t it?  We all have goals and we obviously want to achieve them, but many of us are impatient.  We are results oriented and will skip as many steps as we can to shorten the distance between then and now.  A lot of decisions will be based solely on getting there quickly”.

“Then there are the rest of us.  We have similar goals, many long term, and we have plans to achieve them.  But our plans start from where we are and progress more slowly as we prepare both ourselves and our journey.  Savoring the trip if you would.  Reaping the experiences we have captured along the way”

“I’m not here today to dictate a right or wrong way to reach your destination.  Whatever works for you is what you should do.  I am here only to ask you to think about who you are, what is important to you and how you are going to satisfy that need.   Are you willing to sacrifice experience for speed, or speed for experience. It is that simple.  It is your trip.  It is your goal.  How are you going to reach it.

With that, without another word, he closed his folder and quietly left the stage.

 

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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8 Responses to The Trip

  1. Aileen says:

    I’d sacrifice speed for experience – experience has taught me that! Life is not to be rushed, we’ll reach the end quick enough. I liked this, it was a steady pace and I wanted to know more. I thoroughly enjoy reading your posts. Thanks for sharing.

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    • oldmainer says:

      It’s all about how we are wired I guess. I also like the experience. But both perspectives do have one thing in common. Getting there makes us all happy. Thank you for your comment. Very kind indeed.

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  2. quiall says:

    Oh I liked that! Speed is transitory, experience lasts a lifetime.

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  3. I don’t care about the “experience,” planning or anything at all in that area. EVER. If you hate it, then you aren’t missing anything, believe me. I want to get where I want to go, as fast as possible and when I’m finished with that, I want to hit the next thing. I’ve lived that way my entire life and I’m so HAPPY. That totally works for me. That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy EVERYTHING. I just want to be there. The journey makes me want to go to sleep. So bloody boring. Couldn’t care less about all that other stuff. We are who we are. I do everything that way. I love my life and always have. It’s perfect for me. I couldn’t possibly live slowly and be happy. I drive fast, fly when I can and do whatever I like. That’s my happy life. Fast. We never know how much time we have…”I want it all and I want it now,” as Freddie Mercury said. I’m with him all the way.

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  4. oldmainer says:

    Like I said. Whatever works for you is what you should do. It’s your trip.

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  5. George says:

    Reminds of a comment I read long ago. There is a difference between looking and seeing. Like you I prefer the experience of the journey.

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