At some point in our lives it is necessary to ask ourselves: what is all of this about? What are we doing here and, more importantly, why?
We, as humans, collectively, really have no idea about any of that. What’s more, we don’t ask those questions. Most of us, unfortunately, are solely preoccupied with daily activities of just surviving. You know; family, work, kids. In Western cultures, the modern life consists of deadlines and constantly meeting some obligations which are, mostly, undefined and meaningless. At least, if one looks at them objectively.
Take a moment and think about your own life. I mean, really think.
What did you do yesterday? What are you doing today? When you summarize those activities, critically, where is the purpose and satisfaction there?
We all have our own answers to those questions.
Mine is driving. An automobile, I mean. Something as basic, mundane, and boring as that. Most people, unfortunately, view it as a burden.
It has become one if it is merely reduced to commuting. Look at any picture, in any city at rush hour and you see cars milling about. Slowly, lazily; Ferraris moving at the same speed as the overloaded eighteen wheelers.
That is not driving. That is succumbing to our daily realities which we have been unable to change. Phew!
I am talking about something else. As a young adult I set a goal for myself: to be the king of the road. I defined it as driving most of the major roads in the world. I am currently shy of “the world” but am happy to report, that I have driven all major roads (multiple times) in the U.S. and EU. I am trying to expand it now to Asia etc.
In my case, it isn’t getting from point A to point B. Those sad people stuck on a Southern California’s freeways or New York’s LIE do that.
It is where you go and how you get there that matters. My drives involve long distances across the United States, Canada as well as criss-crossing the EU in every possible combination of roads.
These drives are satisfactory as, on the road, all is unpredictable. No lines, X-ray machines, angry airport employees (at least in the U.S.), delays etc. There is a choice to stop, change roads and directions; opportunity to set own departure and arrival times and, most importantly, to be alone. At a wheel of s fine automobile. To listen to music, to pick a time when to blaze through downtowns of major cities and take it all in, be part of it. Enjoy it.
To be King of the Road is to be free. To be beyond most of societal conventions, beyond schedules. It is to be out there at night or at noon as one chooses. To be present or absent, to be a shadow if needed. Or, to make yourself known, if desired.
To be King of the Road is to be happy.
by Mike Djordjevich
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