Life is a journey.
I am a passenger.
This is my journal.
This was going to be it. My first post – done. But as I wrote the words, spinning red alarms started in my head. I thought a bit. Looked up “passenger¹” in the dictionary. Then wrote the following.
I often thought about the meaning of the saying “Life is a journey, not a destination”…
It somehow feels true, and self-comforting in rough times. It can be very misleading though: I mean, surely, life is a journey you start when you’re born. There are several milestones, and then the destination is pretty much the same for all people. Obviously, life cannot be a destination.
The question is whether you control the journey, or does the journey control you? If the destination is the same for all, what matters is the path each takes. And I think this is the essence of the problem: are you in control of the path of the journey, or are you just relaxing in the back seat? Are you the driver, or just a passenger?
Starting from scratch then:
Life is a journey.
I have the ambition to be the driver.
This is my journal.
¹ – The definition from Wikipedia says: “A passenger is a term broadly used to describe any person who travels in a vehicle, but bears little or no responsibility for the tasks required for that vehicle to arrive at its destination”