Drive
Warning: This post has absolutely nothing to do with the song 'Drive' by Incubus. Although I love that song, this is about something else entirely.
Random observation: There are two types of car passengers in this world...
I) people who look straight ahead through the whole journey. Their eyes never waver from the road ahead...if I listen carefully, I can almost hear them thinking. "Are we there yet? How far is it now?" (Sometimes, this sort of a situation can also temporarily be caused by an excessively full bladder but that's not the case I mean here)
II) people who always look out the side windows. They constantly look at the scenes that whip past them during the ride. These people are hardly bothered with the road ahead. The road under them and the world around them seems of ultimate interest. And yes, these are the weirdos who sometimes fall asleep against the window with their mouths open.
I wonder what's more important...the destination or the journey. Philosophical debates can rage on for another eon but as in the case of all philosophical debates, we won't ever have an answer to the damn question.
Have I lived a complete life if I kept worrying about where I was going and never bothered to enjoy where I actually was? And again, if I fell too much in love with where I was and never bothered about where my life was headed, was that wrong?
I don't know about life but as far as car rides go, I fall into Category II. However, I never fall asleep against the window because I happen to be an insomniac.
Random observation: There are two types of car passengers in this world...
I) people who look straight ahead through the whole journey. Their eyes never waver from the road ahead...if I listen carefully, I can almost hear them thinking. "Are we there yet? How far is it now?" (Sometimes, this sort of a situation can also temporarily be caused by an excessively full bladder but that's not the case I mean here)
II) people who always look out the side windows. They constantly look at the scenes that whip past them during the ride. These people are hardly bothered with the road ahead. The road under them and the world around them seems of ultimate interest. And yes, these are the weirdos who sometimes fall asleep against the window with their mouths open.
I wonder what's more important...the destination or the journey. Philosophical debates can rage on for another eon but as in the case of all philosophical debates, we won't ever have an answer to the damn question.
Have I lived a complete life if I kept worrying about where I was going and never bothered to enjoy where I actually was? And again, if I fell too much in love with where I was and never bothered about where my life was headed, was that wrong?
I don't know about life but as far as car rides go, I fall into Category II. However, I never fall asleep against the window because I happen to be an insomniac.
posted by A.S. at 8:12 AM
3 Comments:
great was thinking too much about myself wrote a crappy blog... and them read this peace ...it gioves me a new dimension to think....
lolzz....i guess i fall in da 1st category..coz i m too paranoid to die... n i never enjoy da now jus bcoz i wan an awesum later...but guess wht i m also paranoid wht if i die midway or sumthin n its all a waste...omgg....hehehehe...hopeless i m ...i no....:P
theres a third category too....the ones who watch the people on the bus and try attachin names to them...weird? but well there are ppl like that...am one of them1 Lolz!!
nice post
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