Oftentimes it is said "It is the journey, not the destination" that counts. But I wonder, does a journey not have an almost all-decisive impact upon a destination? And what about the starting point? In a way similar to first impressions and automatic intuitions that shape and determine the course of relationships or events, the 'starting point' seems to me to entirely dictate the initial direction of a journey, which, effectively, determines the potential paths available further down the road...How much of it is under our control and what is merely (I say 'merely' but, in using the word, do not intend to lessen the importance of...) a fortuitous coming-together of the right place, the right time, the right conditions? This question's answer ultimately depends upon perspective, something to be understood after the fact...
Whereupon one may pause along a long enough stretch of road to consider that, this and the next.
Turn left, go ahead, pass jail, collect.
Pick up, drop off, car wash, trade-in.
Map blown out the window, lost yet loving it, pulled over- too fast.
Slow down, can't back track- one-way highway
Missed exit, re-route
Driving yourself crazy
Pancakes at dawn to ride out the storm
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Just a little mind bite for March. 23rd, Two Thousand and Nine.
